August Summers (looktome) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2013-02-28 15:05:00 |
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Bars were not typically at the top of the list of places that August wanted to be. He usually only ever found himself in one for one of two reasons: he was with a group of friends who decided to go out to drink, or he was looking to drown his sorrows. The later was usually a last ditch effort, considering how much work he had to put into becoming and remaining drunk long enough for it to be useful. It was also the later reason that found him at Anywhere But Here tonight. He had been at the hole in the wall bar for the past few hours, running up a tab that would no doubt leave him cringing worse than any hangover possibly could. Compared to a human, August was feeling a slight buzz, just enough to be considered tipsy, which was astounding considering that if a normal human had consumed as much alcohol as he had, they would likely be dead. He very rarely resented his were status, but tonight he hated the fact that he couldn’t easily become blind drunk and forget the worries of his sober life. It was official: Venus and Trent were going to get married, and there was not a single thing that August could do to stop it. He had always held on to hope that somehow he would be able to separate the two of them; all he needed was time and the right angle to work, but he had had years and still he had gotten nowhere. For tonight – just tonight – he wanted to wallow in defeat. Tomorrow, hope might return to him again, and he would think of some other plan to get the woman he loved away from his brother. August picked up his glass of scotch and turned on his bar-stool to look around the room. It was surprising just how much the bar had changed as far as the people present in the hours that he had been there. There were certainly more of them, despite the fact that it was only Thursday. He was just about to return to his hunched position over his glass when his eyes caught sight of blonde hair and long legs that he knew could only belong to one person. August’s regard toward the Normandin pack had always been one of guarded respect. They were both strong wolf packs in Scarlet Oak, but that didn’t mean that they got together for backyard barbecues. Had it been Mason, August would have likely remained in his seat and offered a small nod of acknowledgement when their eyes no doubt met, but he had never had a bad interaction with Nicci, the Alpha’s little sister, which was what prompted him to move down the bar until he was standing next to her. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s dangerous for a pretty, young woman to go out drinking by herself?” August waited for her to look at him before a wide smile stretched across his face. “Hey, Nicci. How’s things?” He could have easily taken a seat, but he was still cognitive enough to be polite and wait for an invitation. |