Gargoyle (stone__heart) wrote in summerview, @ 2019-01-27 19:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | breanna tucker, complete, zcallum casca |
Not Alone In This Need
Callum hadn't been in Summerview long but long enough that he felt he needed something alcoholic just to get through because sometimes there was no better way to deal with a new place than by getting absolutely trollied or as trollied as a gargoyle could get. Thankfully Summerview was not without its liquor store and Callum was happily wandering its aisles in the pursuit of something hard hitting and did not taste like piss.
He finally settled on a bottle of whiskey along with a couple beers to chase it with and added both of those to his basket before wandering in the direction of snacks. Pretzels to be exact, those he'd found went well with his drink of choice. Callum tossed a couple bags into his basket and then turned to head in the direction of the checkouts. He wasn't the only one in search of something strong. As much as she couldn't really get drunk anymore - which was a goddamned shame because she could do with getting black-out drunk every now and then considering her fucking ridiculous life story - it was enough of an old crutch that after a long shift and a shitty night's sleep it was the first thing she reached for. So even though she wasn't at the Satyr anymore and was feeling a little more relaxed because of the lack of scents that were constantly up in her business, Bree still struggled to wind down. Whilst alcohol wasn't the answer, it had always been a friend to her before and the burn as she swallowed was certainly a comfort. With cowboy boots clicking gently on the ground and denim shorts on along with a white long-sleeved shirt she didn't look like she was living somewhere where the weather was chilly but she didn't really feel the cold as much anymore. But Bree walked towards the register, the bottle she was buying hanging loosely between her fingers, a crisp note held in her other hand. Lost in a world of her own, she stopped just short of colliding with a Tall Guy with a basket who had a vaguely... she couldn't even put her finger on what his scent was. Earthy, sort of... like stones after a rainstorm? "Aw shit," she drawled, catching herself and rocking back on her heels, pushing her hair back from her face. "Sorry, off in a world of my own." Callum's eyebrow twitched as the leggy blonde managed to stop herself from colliding with him but only barely and he just shook his head. "Don't worry about it." His accent was as he'd learned something that easily called out that he was not from around these parts, but then he was a British person very far from home. Summerview definitely was not Oxford. "It's not like you actually collided with me." Bree snorted, "Mm, that's true. Still, sorry. Shoulda been watchin' where I was going but... I wasn't." She looked up at Tall Guy again and registered the accent that spilled off his lips which caused her own to curl up into an appreciative smile. "Sounds like you came a pretty long way to be buyin' liquor in the early evening." She tipped her head, "Mighta been less awkward if I did collide with you, though." "I suppose you could say that," Callum admitted with a rueful twitch of his lips. "Though I feel the need to assure you that I am not actually that desperate for alcohol. Just happened to be in the neighbourhood and it seemed like a good idea at the time." Her last comment did draw slightly confused expression out of him and he tipped his head to regard her. "How so?" "I'd have an excuse to keep talkin' to you if I'd made you drop your basket, or dropped my drink all over your shoes," Bree told him honestly, rubbing behind her ear before she indicated that he could move in front of her to get to the register first. He had more than she did, but he looked more than capable of carrying it. Definitely more than capable. She added, a moment later, "You might not be, can't say the same for all the folk that come on up in this place." Callum chuckled at her honesty as it was refreshing to meet somebody who said that they were thinking and spoke it without fear. "Well, if it helps any I think a beautiful woman such as yourself doesn't really need an excuse." When she gestured that he could go ahead of her he did so and began scanning his items. "Is that right? I don't think I've been around long enough to witness that." Bree ducked her head a little with the compliment, a seeming bashfulness crossing over her before she cleared her throat and came up behind him, placing her solitary bottle of whiskey on the conveyor belt. "You'd be surprised; there's a lot of unfriendly folk here. Glad to see you ain't one of them." She chuckled. "Sugar, there're people everywhere lookin' to drown their sorrows in liquor. Hardly anyone drinks alone because they're happy." She was very aware that they were both purchasing alcohol alone and there was a definite assumption that they'd be going back to wherever they lived and drinking alone. "Just sucks that it doesn't work as well for some of us as it used to." "Or at all," he murmured under his breath because as a Gargoyle he was uniquely placed to be able to hold his liquor but at her comments it suggested that she had once been human but was no longer which meant she was okay in Callum's books. Humans for all he cared could rot in whatever hell they made for themselves especially after what they'd done to his clan. He slipped his hand into the back pocket of his jeans and dug out his wallet, passing over the cash. "So, what are you drinking to forget or ignore?" "Ain't that a personal question for a girl who's not got a drop of liquor in her body," Bree retorted playfully, watching him pay for his drinks. His under-the-breath comment hadn't been missed on account of the fact that her hearing was far more sensitive than that of a human. As far as she understood it, werewolves had some of the keenest hearing. Pushing her hair back from her face and tucking it behind her ear, she pulled a crumpled note out of her back pocket and, as Tall Guy was packing a small bag with his purchased goods, she handed the note over to the cashier who had to uncrumple it and - after a Look at Bree - checked its validity. She arched her eyebrows in unimpressed non-chalance but it bothered her. Still treated like she was trash. "Thought you English types were all about manners an' propriety." Callum snorted quietly at her generalisation of the British people. "Well, I hate to disappoint but we're not all manners and propriety." He finished packing up his brown paper bag before hefting it into one of his arms as he watched the exchange between Bree and the cashier. "Some of us call a spade a spade and are fairly direct but if you'd rather have some liquor in your body before I start asking personal questions then we can always settle somewhere and share a drink." It was forward of him but Callum had always been forward and that much hadn't changed. "Well, ain't it refreshing to learn that a sterotype's not accurate," Bree replied with a little grin, sticking her change into her back pocket and snagging the neck of the bottle with long fingers again. She looked up at him when he suggested they find somewhere to share a drink and tilted her head, hip cocked to the side slightly. "There's an offer I'd be a fool to refuse. You got somewhere in mind?" "Uh, no," Callum admitted with a shake of his head. "Not been in this town long enough to learn which places are good for pitching up and drinking like there's no tomorrow." Which he fully intended on doing it because why not. He began out of the shop. "You?" Bree snorted. "No, me neither. But the beach is pretty nice if you don't wanna be surrounded by too many people. Which sometimes is kind of a blessin'." Beach? They didn't really have those in England or well they did but you didn't tend to frequent them unless you actively enjoyed freezing your tits off. Or in Callum's case, pecs. "Sure," he agreed a beat or so later. "It's not like I've had much opportunity to actually enjoy a beach. Too bloody cold back home for that" "Well, ain't exactly warm here either, but..." Bree trailed off not knowing what species he was meant she wasn't sure if he was prone to feeling the cold or not, and if he couldn't get drunk it definitely meant that he wouldn't be able to even us the liquor to keep him warm. "You the type that feels the cold?" She wasn't totally sure Jayati would apprecaite her bringing someone back, even if it was - ostensibly - just to drink and ply each other with personal questions. "It's warmer than England," Callum pointed out. "Not particularly no, I'm just not its biggest fan." Not a lie, he really didn't enjoy being cold and would rather be warm any day of the week. He did tip his head to regard her more closely. "You trying to figure out what I am?" He tsked quietly. "We haven't even exchanged first names yet." "Says the guy who asked me about my personal demons fifteen seconds after meetin' me," Bree responded with a snort. "Besides, ain't met anyone like you before. Can you blame a girl for bein' curious?" Following him outside, she breathed in the cool air and then stuck out her free hand. "Breanna, but you can call me Bree." Callum snorted quietly before he shook his head, "touché," because he had to give props where props were due. "And I'm not as exciting as you might think I am, promise." He just happened to be an Englishman in America trying to find someplace to call home and belong, desperately for looking something or anything to feel the gaping hole in his chest. He took her hand in his own much larger one. "Pleasure, Bree. I'm Callum." Bree shook his hand firmly, feeling a strength that - for some reason - she was hardly surprised to feel. He did look like a strong guy, and since he definitely wasn't human she thought it was a safe assumption that he'd probably be stronger than he looked. She knew that she was. "You can let me be the judge of how excitin' you are, Callum," she told him, tipping her head. "You wanna head to the beach? Nothin' says 'drinkin' your sorrows' like sitting lookin' out at the ocean." She was definitely stronger than she looked if her grip was anything to go on and Callum filed it away for future reference as he knew that appearances could be and were quite deceiving. Definitely made things more interesting. "Yeah, let's do that, Bree." |