Who:Roman and Peter Where: Bar What: Hanging out, living their au life? When:Night time Rating/warnings:Probably high for swearing and other trouble
It wasn't the first time they'd hit up a bar or poached booze out of the back end of a restaurant. The only difference now was he felt more like himself again. The ache behind his teeth was gone, as was the need to sink fangs he no longer had into every single person he laid eyes on. Instead, Roman half leaned against the bar. Glasses scattered across the small space they occupied.
The only thing that was missing was the blonde that often paled around with them.
Though he was less worried about Miranda these days. The blonde could take of herself, and often skipped town for days, weeks, at a time with no warning. Instead he focused his gaze on the wolf. Staring, openly, as he downed another glass before setting it down with a triumphant sound. "Fucking told you I could outdrink you, rumancek!"He declared, nudging his glass forward and half resting his face against the wolfs shoulder.