First Breath After a Coma.

"I said - where is the wine?" Sasha rolled his eyes. "I come here for stories and I cannot even find the bottles. You wound me, Wilson! Wound me."

"I didn’t know them well in all honesty so I didn’t know if it were a main-line or not. It was also years and years ago." He shrugged his shoulders before smiling at the man who was sipping his coffee. In all honesty he had no intentions to join a pack. Being packless mean he had less responsibilities he had to keep track of, and less alphas he had to deal with. Victor chuckled when the man winked at him. "I’ll be sure to keep that in mind then, Sasha."

Sasha just smiled, chuckling before shaking hsi head. "It probably was not," he explained, amused now. Until Seattle was brought up. The omega wrinkled his nose at that. He set his cup down, wiping his hands as if wiping his mind of the experience all together. "It is a bad place. There were a lot of anti-wolf crimes happening. Omegas were being killed, my friend was attacked," he shook his head. "It is a bad place. This town is much better." his tone dictated he was done speaking of the matter. Seattle brought nothing but anger in Sasha's chest, and he didn't like how the feeling sat.

I’m going to take you to AA one day, I swear to Christ…

Oh please I only drink once a week, if that.

Probably this past weekend…

Overdue!

You alpha? Pack wolf are you?

Hah! Born into one, perhaps. But I am merely with an alpha right now. I take it you are not?

Oh, we’re not even close to being ‘in bed’ yet. This is like… in the livingroom.

It was a metaphor, you cheek.

  You do that often enough as is.

C'mon Yuri when's the last time we had fun together, huh?

"Though it disproves the stereotype—" He chuckled but continued,"Well, I’m not sure about now, but back when I first moved to the states not many of the Russian’s here were fond of me. But that could also be because of the fact most of the Russian immigrants here were from the Sokolov pack. They weren’t too happy given the fact I was packless. As I quote them ‘You are a shame to our people!’." Victor then laughed, shaking his head. "Which I guess that is another reason why I remain packless. Because there is too much negative influence in those who derive off of just power."

Listening, Sasha perked a brow. Interesting that he had run into the pack. But which part? "Well, that is a shame - I hope it wasn't a main-line pack, more one we have aligned with." he said with a sigh. "Those, they do not follow traditions as well. We like to take care of our own - no power, we just want secured land to roam. We are not the kind to enjoy 'boundaries',' he finished with a wink. "Perhaps now tht you're here in town with us, you wont' be so disappointed."

Thats… not much my style. 

Ah, a misplaced wallflower. Too comfortable on the vine, but yet here you are in the bed... 

Wilson chuckled awkwardly, nodding. He didn’t know why he was suddenly so self-conscious, he could feel the heat rising to his face. Being an alpha was something to be proud of, right? “Yeah.. I’m an alpha now.”

Smiling, Sasha held Wilson's face in his hands. "So proud, Moy'poshka," he cooed, before laughing. He let Wilson though, trying to contain his excitement. He knew there was only really one way for a beta to "graduate" up. But that just made Sasha even more proud of his friend. "Tell me what happened - you brought the wine with you, da?"