WHO: Summer Adams and Erol McIntyre WHEN: Thursday evening, after this conversation WHERE: Erol's house, 1 Irvine Street WHAT: Hook up RATING: High STATUS: Closed | In Progress
All Summer had been aiming for was perhaps getting a bartender on side who'd be prepared to slip her drinks when the manager wasn't looking. The fact that it had somehow turned into sex and a bottle of booze was something almost unexpected. However, Summer couldn't exactly say she was disappointed. This Erol guy was hot and it wasn't like it hadn't crossed her mind when she'd first started talking to him. He also didn't seem to be in the market for anything serious, and that helped. Summer wasn't the settling down type. At least, not any more. She'd tried that and it hadn't worked out, at all. If it wasn't going to work out at home, it sure as hell wasn't going to happen here, in some random town that she and the rest of them had been kidnapped to and, from what she'd heard, might disappear from just as suddenly. Right now, a hot, one-night thing was pretty much the most she could hope for.
Summer stopped outside the first house on Irvine Street, pausing for a moment to glance up at the lighted windows before making her way up the path to the front door. There was part of her that knew that it was probably stupid of her to go to a strange man's house, just trusting that he wasn't a psycho. However, she was strong - much, much stronger than an average human, let alone a human teenage girl - and she trusted her instincts enough to know whether she was in any danger as soon as Erol answered the door. Those were just some of the perks of being a werewolf.
Raising her hand, Summer pressed her finger to the button of the doorbell, her sensitive ears picking up the sound of the melodious ring echoing around the house's entrance hall. All she could do now was wait and try to be patient, despite the excited tension flowing through her small body.