Wolf's Den | Qhuinn&Francis
Qhuinn blew out a breath as she did a turn in front of the mirror. This was the third outfit she had tried on, struggling to find that balance between looking presentable but not as if she were trying to look presentable. This wasn't a date after all. There was no reason to try. She was simply meeting what she hoped would be a new friend for a drink. So her current ensamble of a black sweater, ripped jeans, a Gryffindor Doc Martens was perfect for that. Satisfied at least, the wolf brushed out her long dark hair, leaving it loose around her shoulders. After feeding Remus she set on her way, walking the short distance from her apartment to the bar. Letting her eyes adjust to the dimness for a moment, Qhuinn scanned the interior until she finally spotted Francis.
Making her way to the bar, she greeted him with a light tap to his shoulder. "Hey, sorry I'm late. You weren't waiting long were you?"
@xfrancisxrowlandx
Francis knew going into the Wolf's Den without a wolf was not a welcome endeavor, but he paid no mind, he had enough of a reputation that no one spoke to him, aside from taking his drink order. He sipped the stout beer they had and waited as he looked around the dimly lit pool hall. Shifters and wolves sat at tables, occasionally casting him glances that ranged from curious to knowing, but he was left alone.
When he felt a tap on the shoulder he looked back and then stood up as he greeted the woman he'd been waiting for. "Just long enough to get a drink," he said as he put a hand on her hip and leaned down to kiss her cheek in greeting. "Maybe now that you're here, these others will stop treating me like some sort of pariah." he added with a small wink. "Of course, they'll all be jealous when they see me with you," he smiled and then gestured to the bartender to get their attention. "Buy you a drink?" he offered.
