WHO: Isaac Lahey and Dyson Thornwood (Matchup & B&W plot) WHAT: Having dinner at Hinkles WHEN: This evening WHERE: Hinkles WARNINGS: TBD, probably low STATUS: Closed/Match-up/Ongoing
Isaac had been out of high school for a couple of years now, and life was going good. He was glad he didn't have to go to class anymore, because he really hadn't been very good at it and he hated how it made him feel stupid. Now, he could just work and be a werewolf and life made a lot more sense.
Sure, he might not have been everyone's idea of the all-American boy or anything like that, but he didn't care much what other people thought of him. Or, that's what he told himself, anyway.
Coming into Hinkles and out of the cold, he approached the counter and ordered the werewolf special - which was one of the main reasons he came here, anyway. They gave him a number and he looked around for a seat...before his nose caught something familiar. It was another werewolf. Not exactly his sort of werewolf, but they all had that wet dog smell that was impossible to miss.
He approached the guy, and gave him a friendly smile. Well, friendly enough, anyway.