08-23-2018, 01:10 AM
[div style="width: 45%; margin: auto; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify"]As a human, Alexander had been too young to legally drink alcohol. This made it harder to get drinks, but it didn't make it impossible. Teenagers had an affinity for finding things not meant to be found, especially when it's hidden by their parents. Alex liked their friends' version of fun, but there were betters ways to entertain themselves. They couldn't say that they really liked alcohol, much preferred the blood sodas offered at the minimart over the bloody mary's made at the bar. Liking soda over cocktails wouldn't stop them from a bit of wine-tasting, though.
They don't usually take walks in the woods, but a werewolf promising them a good time is enough for them to take a late night hike. The vampire doesn't notice Matt right away, too busy swatting gnats away from their face and complaining about the call of the wild. They spot the man once they open their eyes again, their surprise schooling into a neutral expression. They could hear Matt's heart beating, and the lack of magic in the stranger's scent calmed them down a little. They weren't in danger yet, unless Matt decided he wanted to play ball with Alex's head.
"Hello there." Alex speaks up after a moment, offering the demi-human a sharp smile, easily slipping into their usual mischievous persona. They look past Matt's shoulder to his cart, raising a brow at all the wine he's carrying. That's a weird thing to cart around, especially through the woods. They glance back up at his face, trying to catch the man's emotions. "I don't know what you're doing with all this wine, but you're a bit far from town. There aren't many people having wine-tasting parties up here, you know. The wolves are a little too busy chasing squirrels to care about grape juice."
They pause for a moment, looking back to the trail they were following, wondering if this stranger was worth giving up throwing sticks for a werewolf all night. Yeah, definitely. Alexander jumps to action, reaching forward to grab Matt's wrist. "I'm Alexander, by the way. I'll lead you to town. It's not more than fifteen minutes away."
They don't usually take walks in the woods, but a werewolf promising them a good time is enough for them to take a late night hike. The vampire doesn't notice Matt right away, too busy swatting gnats away from their face and complaining about the call of the wild. They spot the man once they open their eyes again, their surprise schooling into a neutral expression. They could hear Matt's heart beating, and the lack of magic in the stranger's scent calmed them down a little. They weren't in danger yet, unless Matt decided he wanted to play ball with Alex's head.
"Hello there." Alex speaks up after a moment, offering the demi-human a sharp smile, easily slipping into their usual mischievous persona. They look past Matt's shoulder to his cart, raising a brow at all the wine he's carrying. That's a weird thing to cart around, especially through the woods. They glance back up at his face, trying to catch the man's emotions. "I don't know what you're doing with all this wine, but you're a bit far from town. There aren't many people having wine-tasting parties up here, you know. The wolves are a little too busy chasing squirrels to care about grape juice."
They pause for a moment, looking back to the trail they were following, wondering if this stranger was worth giving up throwing sticks for a werewolf all night. Yeah, definitely. Alexander jumps to action, reaching forward to grab Matt's wrist. "I'm Alexander, by the way. I'll lead you to town. It's not more than fifteen minutes away."
LOVIN' WHAT I'M TASTIN',
VENOM ON MY TONGUE.
☾∗ˈ‧₊° ─[COLOR=WHITE] SIPPIN' ON STRAIGHT CHLORINE!
VENOM ON MY TONGUE.
☾∗ˈ‧₊° ─[COLOR=WHITE] SIPPIN' ON STRAIGHT CHLORINE!