|sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may,|
@ 2012-11-26 21:23:00
|Entry tags:||2009-09-20, august, sam|
we're still chasing our tails.
Who: Sam and August.
Where: Sunny’s Diner.
When: Afternoon, not long after this.
Sam wasn’t sure what he had been expecting but it wasn’t this. To not only be permitted to stay in what he could only assume was their pack’s territory but to actually contact the person he was looking for and arrange a meeting? Surprised didn’t even begin to cover it, and as he sat there in the far corner of the room, not entirely sure what to do with his hands, he felt his mind working, trying to figure out if this was actually some sort of trick, or if this was just how they did things here: sit him down in a public place and explain to him why exactly it would be a bad idea for him to stick around. All that Sam knew of this wolf he was going to be meeting very shortly was that he was an Alpha, and that his parents hated the Summers Pack. Hated didn’t seem a strong enough word for what he had felt coming off them in waves that afternoon. They loathed them. That seemed more fitting. The way they had spat and snarled their words had made Sam wonder what the history was between the Summers and Evans packs.
Maybe he would find out very shortly.
Or maybe not. Sam wasn’t the sort to expect anything outside of the worst. He certainly didn’t get his hopes up about anything. Whatever happened happened, and that was that. Plain and simple. Sam would accept and move on and try to think of something else if this didn’t work out.
What was he expecting? Sam still wasn’t sure, even now, even after coming all this way, travelling all those miles, and a good deal of them on foot, human or wolf. There were two possible outcomes, and Sam was on the fence between them, unsure which way things would tip. This Alpha might permit him to stay, or he might chase him out of town. There was a third option that had a knot forming not only in his stomach but also his throat, and it was at that moment that a waitress appeared to ask if he wanted to order anything. With his throat closed up like that all he could do was shake his head and offer the briefest of watery smiles, one that she returned a little uncertainly before telling him she would check back in a little while.
Sam had set his hat on the table in front of him and absently he was toying with one of its edges. When he realised what he was doing he stopped, pulled his hands from the table and dropped them into his lap instead. Fidgeting and fiddling with things was bad, it had gotten him into trouble in the past and though he still caught himself doing it to this day he was quick to stop himself now. The others had always hated it when he’d done those things, they’d always been quick to reprimand or discourage him. Lessons like that tended to stick, at least for Sam.
The deep breath he took in was shaky at best. Nervous. Anxious. Part of him wanted to get up and leave, flee the area before the Alpha could get here and decide to chase Sam out himself. Part of him was determined to stay, keeping him in his seat as if he’d been glued there. Part of him felt like he might be sick. Not knowing which part of him would win wasn’t exactly new for Sam, but it was no less unpleasant or uncomfortable now than it had been at any other point in his life.
All he could do was wait. Really, that was his only option. Now that he was here, he just had to wait and see.