it was rare for demetri to be alone; usually with a volturi by his side, most often felix, always on the move. but this a new place, one he’d have to get to know. the more people he met, the easier his job would be in the future - unfortunately, he’d have to do more talking than he liked to. he settled for the mystic grill for the night; the bar was far from his taste, but it would do. he’d heard it’s where the locals usually came to visit as well. he wasn’t exactly charmed by the service, though. “ah, finally. does it usually take an average of thirty minutes to get a scotch here or is it just in my case?”

















