Post by Melissa McCarthy on Nov 21, 2012 15:59:15 GMT -8
24th December
Werewolf Quarter
9.40 pm
Werewolf Quarter
9.40 pm
There many things Lissa had asked for for Christmas over the years but she would trade all those items in this moment for a sense of direction. Where the hell was she?
It was Christmas eve, but work didn't stop. There were people trickling into the city all the time and they needed to be placed and settled in. It wasn't like she had anywhere or anyone to see. Alistair was likely of galavanting on the surface, so she'd likely just spend the night and the holiday alone. Or she would be, if she knew how to get home.
After she'd left her last appointment, well Lissa supposed she had to have taken a wrong turning, because she certainly did not live in the werewolf quarter.
The heels of her knee high boots clicked on the stone pavement. These streets were so unfamiliar. It seemed so quiet, although, was that... Footsteps?
"I cannot believe that Magowan kicked me out! After the shit I did for him."
"You mean after the money you've spent there... You can't just start a fight and expect them to pour you another pint!"
"He started it!"
"But you broke the table!"
Two men rounded the corner and headed towards the teenage girl. They were tall, broad men, although the man in front with dirty blond hair and trench coat must be around 2 inches taller standing around 6" 1. His hair was tied tight at the nape of his neck in a pony tale.
"Well he can go to hell!"
Melissa ducked her head and skirted close to the wall to let them passed, but the taller decided to pull her into the conversation.
"What about you girly? Would you have chucked me out?"
The ex-slave grimaced and ducked her head, "I don't know... Sorry, I need to go-"
"Oh! I see how it is?" The blond man stopped walking and glared down at Melissa, "Miss Snooty to good to talk to us? Are we not good enough for ya?"
"N-no... I just need to get home..." Lissa swallowed, chewing on her lip. What the hell was going on? How had this happened so quickly. She took a step back and felt the cold stone pressed against her back.
"So we're not good enough to talk to? Miss goody goody?" He sneered down at her and Lissa could smell the whisky/cider mixture on his breath.
"N-no... I just need to get home..."
"Why don't you come out with us, Sweetheart, the night is young and there are other places to drink than the Den..." A hand landed on the wall next to Lissa's head as he leaned over.
"Shall we show you a real good time?"
Lissa swallowed, turning her head to the side.
"I, I just need to get home..."
The werewolf's eyes narrowed, "... I wasn't aware I was asking..."