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He knew what it was like adjusting to the news that all of this stuff was real. If anything though, Grizz was at an advantage. He’d survived his first encounter. Most didn’t even make it that far. At this point, it was all just a matter of continuing to learn and adapt. He had a good feeling about the other male. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have let it go even this far.

“Everyone wants as much power as they can get. I’m not surprised things are going the way that they are. Even once an order’s there, it’s a fight to keep things stable. It’s just that much worse when there’s a vacuum there.”

Scott was used to the struggle for power. He’d been on the receiving end of that chaos for far too long, but it wasn’t going anywhere. It never would, he assumed. A grin curled the werewolf’s lips when the other male’s concern turned to him and his pack. It was sweet. That kind of thoughtfulness only reaffirmed his decision to bring Grizz into the fold the way that he had.

“Don’t worry about us. We’ve been through worse.” He reassured, once again putting his hand on the other male’s shoulder and squeezing it gently. “At least we’re not dealing with a Wild Hunt kind of situation. That’s a plus. ”

“You are the alpha?! Dude, that’s awesome!” Grizz gave him a friendly clap on the shoulder, a wide grin on his face. Whatever fear he might have felt before was now completly gone.

That was good news, very good news. Not that they knew each other for longer than a short while, but for some reason Grizz had good feelings about Scott and he was eager to trust his intuition about this one.

He focused back on the other’s words and pondered them for a while.

“Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him POWER, huh?” He murmured a quote and fell silent for a few seconds. After all, there was somewhat of a romantic idealist in him and while he didn’t really want to take part in the whole fight-for-control thing, the way his friends were behaving was saddening him.

it was one of these times when he just couldn’t get himself drunk, no matter how much alcohol he would pour down his neck. and it left him torn -- on the one hand he was barely able to stand the erratically behaving people around him, on the other -- he would hate to be alone. that’s why someone relatively sober approaching him put a smile on his face. “yeah.” he wrinkled slightly his nose, “i somehow don’t feel it today. you?”

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with  a  glance  at  the  cigarette  that  he’d  just  rolled  his  cheeks  begin  to  heat ,  clearing  his  throat  and  trying  to  play  it  off  like  it  didn’t  belong  to  him.   “   -  -  -    uh ,  i  don’t  know.  it  was  there  when  i  got  here.   “   grizz  seemed  a  little  judging  of  it’s  presence  ;  so  for  argument’s  sake  he’ll  forego  a  smoke  until  he’s  gone.  

damn  it ,  he  was  really  looking  forward  to  chilling  on  a  high.  

corners of lips raise in kind amusement as he watches the other somewhat struggle to bluff his way out of the situation.      “ and you’re just gonna smoke whatever you find, huh?  that’s called desperate. ”  he slowly leaned down and with a pause full of hesitation halfway through, reached for the spliff stiles was holding. instead, he offered one of his own and shrugged.

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Scott grinned, gripping the other male’s shoulder with a gentle, reassuring pressure. “Exactly. Can’t get any safer. You don’t have anything to worry about here. Just don’t try to piss the alpha off.”

The werewolf pulled his hand away from the other male, crossing his arms over his chest as he eyed the other male. “We’ve heard a little but about what’s going on. Maybe we could help.”

   Just don’t try to piss the alpha off... Funny of Scott to say something like that so lightheartedly.                          “Who’s the alpha?”    He gulped, although he knew the other’s only intention was to comfort him. After all, the werewolf he unexpectedly run into the other night turned out to be one of the nicest people he knew, so the rest of them couldn’t be so bad either, right? He just had to get used to the whole idea of the existence of... supernatural creatures. Easy-peasy, given the situation he and his friends were dealing with for a few months now.                           “Help would be much appreciated. Everybody’s                              getting fucking insane about who’s in charge.                                                         In fact, we could use an alpha.” He obviously joked while saying that, but on the second thought-- it actually didin’t look like such a bad idea.                                                                  “Also, not to be the one who spoils the fun,                                      but you and the pack are stuck in here as well, I guess.”