Re: Colin + The Desert Wolf
Had it been another night, another place, Colin would have taken her up on the offer of a swig from the flask. He eyed the slim flask in her hands, almost tempted. But he was surrounded by teenagers, kids he was supposed to be setting an example for, and he did need to drive home, and he wasn't willing to put his car at risk on the dangerous backroads that would involve getting back to Beacon Hills.
"No thanks," he told her, "but the offer's appreciated."
At her comment about age, Colin grinned. "Think of it more as a compliment, though I'd hardly call a bonfire for two rival teams polite company." It was certainly a far cry from anything remotely classy, and at least one fight was bound to break out.
At the unfamiliar expression, Colin raised an eyebrow, rolling the word around in his mind to look up later. He'd never studied Spanish, though he'd picked up a few phrases from his few one trip to Spain, so the word was completely unfamiliar. "I'm a teacher. It was heavily hinted that faculty needed to be here and being new in town...." He trailed off, shrugging. "Didn't actually expect to see anyone but kids and fellow teachers."