For once, Raivo failed to finish his drink. He set it down
on the counter, careful not to knock his, or anyone else's over. It might still
be needed later, but whether for celebration or to ease pain was a toss up.
His feet hit the floor with a thud as he slid off the stool, arms out for balance. There were more of them, he was sure of that now. Watching the behemoth he suspected talk amongst his friends had confirmed that, drunk idiots though they may be. Perhaps they'd be easier to get along with.
Raivo took his time to confront the stranger, one step at a time, careful not to trip or knock anyone over. Whatever conflict that might arise from such an accident, Raivo would win no doubt, but it would draw unneeded attention. One step at a time, still using his arms for balance, occasionally swaying with his steps until he stood where the other werewolf sat.
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," Raivo blurted out. Until the words left his mouth, he never once thought there was such a thing as "too drunk."
His feet hit the floor with a thud as he slid off the stool, arms out for balance. There were more of them, he was sure of that now. Watching the behemoth he suspected talk amongst his friends had confirmed that, drunk idiots though they may be. Perhaps they'd be easier to get along with.
Raivo took his time to confront the stranger, one step at a time, careful not to trip or knock anyone over. Whatever conflict that might arise from such an accident, Raivo would win no doubt, but it would draw unneeded attention. One step at a time, still using his arms for balance, occasionally swaying with his steps until he stood where the other werewolf sat.
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," Raivo blurted out. Until the words left his mouth, he never once thought there was such a thing as "too drunk."
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