after an emotional arrival a few days ago, erica goes exploring
PG | OPEN TO MULTIPLES
When it came to the way things were, Erica Reyes learned a long time ago that just because you were a decent person didn't mean that you weren't going to draw the short stick. She liked to think she'd been a decent person, but the cruelty of others and the disease that robbed her of her control would never really allow her to know that for certain.
The Bite from Derek changed all that in a major way... but then she was given an assignment and she was eager to please. At first. She wanted to be Derek's right hand. The one he could count on. So she'd done what he asked — everything he'd asked — and apparently it had led to her own death.
She had to admit, not having all the details to her own death made it difficult to sleep at night. The nightmares she'd retained from her time in Gerard's basement only made it worse. Which was only one reason she'd found herself wandering the hotel hallways at ten at night instead of getting comfortable in her room with a roommate that she'd only recently found out was in that bank with her.
She still didn't know her all that well yet as she wasn't a big talker and Erica didn't spend a lot of time in there.
She'd found the kitchens earlier, nabbing an apple on the way out. The way the chill ran through the air, Erica was sure that if she'd been human she'd have felt it a lot worse in her little black running shorts and tank top. Just one more perk to being bitten, she supposed. That and—
She stopped, her train of thought halting with her, as she came up to an open door and peeked inside to find a large pool table and what looked like nice leather seats. One of those old smoking room types of things maybe? Like the gentlemen clubs had once upon a time?
But there were no gentlemen and there was a large pool table all to herself. Something else she'd never really gotten to do — both because of her age and her disease. But now she had these nifty little werewolf senses and she'd be eighteen in two days... why the hell not see if she was any good. It was all supposed to be angles right? She'd always been pretty decent at math.
Making her way inside, the amber liquid in the crystal decanter caught her eye. She gave a shrug to herself and figured, why not?, it wasn't like it could make her drunk. So, with no other thoughts about it, Erica poured herself a glass of whiskey, put two stones in it that had been chilling, and gave it a sip.
Immediately her head gave a small shake and she coughed. It was probably an acquired taste, but she did like the way it seemed to burn on the way down. Because of that, she took another drink and chased it with a bite of the apple in hand before setting the glass down on the bartop and wandering to the rack to pick up a stick.
They called these cues, right?
Sticking the apple between her teeth, Erica leaned down with the stick like she saw them do in movies and took a shot, trying to reign in her heightened strength. It worked a bit, but the balls scattered everywhere on the table with a satisfying sound. Now she was going to see if she could really figure this thing out.
Settling behind the white ball, Erica looked over the other ones. This game was math. Math and strategy. When she wasn't seething with anger and vengeance, Erica had always been good at both...
So, with that in mind, working out the calculation in her head, she leaned down and took her first shot, smiling when she sank the purple ball without difficulty.