John (theskintalks) wrote in summerview, @ 2019-03-06 21:29:00 |
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It had been a very long time since Sam had first felt as if something was crawling under his skin and it had been that long that he'd forgotten how to handle it. Badly came to mind. That concern over how he might deal with it had meant he'd decided to head out of Summerview in the need of big crowds, anonymity, noise and just general distraction. In hindsight it probably wasn't the smartest move but Sam was tired of thinking smart, tired of thinking, just tired in general. Sometimes he didn't realise just fucking exhausted he actually was and how he just wanted everything to *stop*.
He knew somewhere in the back of his mind he should be the bigger better person and appreciate that Kanuna wanted to do something good for another wolf in need of guidance but at the same time he just couldn't do it. Not right now anyways. Right now he was just riding high on emotions that ranged anywhere from hurt, anger, confusion and also a pinch of jealousy. He'd had to do all of this, on his own, by himself, and away from his family more to the point and family had been everything to Sam.
That meant he needed time, space, and a chance to catch his breath and work through everything because apparently as a wolf you felt everything in a more intense way that was pretty fucking hard to describe. Emotions were bad enough when you were human but add being a wolf into the mix and everything was a clusterfuck of epic porportions. He'd ducked out of Needles for Days early, messaged Clara, and hit the road to take himself deep into the heart of New York city where nobody knew him and nobody gave a shit about what he was or wasn't feeling. He had originally planned for Atlantic city but apparently he'd just kept driving until sure enough he was somewhere else entirely.
Eventually he'd wound up in some dive bar where he'd secured himself a seat at the bar where he basically claimed ownership and drank as much as his money would buy him which for Sam was quite a bit. Not that it did anything, he was a werewolf, drunk was not a thing that happened any longer. Of course that didn't stop others from getting drunk and acting like absolute idiots and Sam bit back on a growl whenever somebody knocked him. Honestly tonight was not the night to try his patience, not when he was already sitting on a knife edge.
To his credit it did take a considerable amount of knocks, stumbles, and everything else before Sam snapped. "Sit the fuck down," he snarled as he latched his fingers in the nearest guy's jacket and shoved him back down into the booth he'd left. It was as Sam's eyes burned with a distinctly amber shine that he became aware of the gathering crowd of the other guy's friends.
So that's how it was going to be?
Fine.
Sam inhaled slow through his nostrils and turned to face the crowd before he very quickly and swiftly instigated the ensuing fight by headbutting the nearest man.
Alcohol wouldn't do the trick so maybe a little physical violence would.