Who: Peter Hale & John Stilinski What: Random Run In (not getting arrested) When: Friday evening Where: Off Broadway Taproom Warnings: It's Peter. Status: Closed/Ongoing
Most days, Peter stopped by Hinkles for lunch, because it was cheap, quick, and they seemed to cater to werewolf clientele. Sometimes though, he wasn't something a little more upscale, that served a good beer, and wasn't standing room only. Thankfully, he had found a decent place to try one day, and it was fast becoming his favorite. Good food, plenty of different brews and ales to try, and the occasional live music to listen to.
The Off-Broadway Taproom was where Peter was at this evening. It was a little more crowded than during the week, but not so much that it was making his wolf twitch. The band on stand was good, and he had already selected five new ales to try. His evening was looking pretty good.
And then the sheriff walked in. Oh, not the Madison one, the Beacon Hills one. There was a moment where Peter debated ignoring the man, but he was trying to start things off decently here in town. So he sighed and raised a hand, to get Stilinski's attention.