#astevent2

It was already 8 and Tane looked around to try finding Samathan, but she was nowhere to be found, making him extremely anxious into the point of his breathing starting to speed up uncontrolled, he was already feeling the panic he was not supposed to feel, but before he could cause a scene a smaller man came to him introducing himself as Bruce, Tane was supposed to feel better but he was already too agitated to calm down all at once, and it was because of that and his size that Bruce took the choice of moving him downstairs to the locker rooms.

As Tane followed Bruce in silence, trying to calm down, counting his breathing, but things started to get worst, he always already feeling dizzy and confused, hearing a familiar voice calling him. “Did you hear ?” Bruce looked at the man confused, knowing that it was just him and Tane down there, and more important no hearing what Tane was asking. The larger man nodded and trusted the most experienced wolf, he wouldn’t trick him, why would him.

@afterhoursmedic

While through the way until the festival Sawyer was still wondering if going was the best option, once she was finally inside of the center, listening to the music coming from the stage and people talking and having fun, she was instantly filled with joy, it was as if everyone’s energy was emanating to her body and for one moment everything was okay.

Looking at Jon, she widened her smile, grabbing his hand as she walked through the crowd. Even if at some point she would look for her siblings and friends, the only reason why she was there was Jon, so she would spend some quality time with him. “Okay, we have bad music playing right now because I dislike this band, but food and drink. So, I can only say we could start there,” she looked back as she shared her words with the tall man behind her before she pointed at the booth that was seeling alcohol right ahead of them. Anyone who’d see her by now could never figure that this wasn’t anything like the previous Sawyer, the one who was suffering from what had happened in the hospital. It seemed as if by the time she walked inside the center, all the bad things had been left behind.

Bree didn’t often take advice from other people, but she had decided to listen to her future alpha’s wishes and get out for once. She strolled through the groups of people, listening to the multitude of voices overlaying the sweet notes of the bands nearby. Perhaps because of the warm pretzel in her hand, the beer that already thrummed through her veins, and the promise of a full moon later in the evening, Bree was in an exceptionally good mood. 

Turning, her shoulder brushed someone’s, and instead of the normal snarl that would’ve twisted her features, Bree grinned. “Having a good time?”

@samblackwell​

The bar wasn’t so difficult to locate. After all, all alcoholic beverage booths and kiosks were lined side by side. Ryder was just lucky enough he had found a free spot on the bar, though the fact that he knew the bartender behind it from Blackout had a lot of say in it. It was cold, yes, and with the mess of a weather outside the dome, well, people weren’t exactly eager to leave the event early and neither was he. The music was alright, the closest stage playing too much new wave electronic music to his taste, but he’d made a mental note to get to the furthermost stage later that evening for the closing band. The whiskey was keeping him there for now, warm and smooth down his throat, discussing some american football with the man behind the bar. With his home team out of the conference championships, he wasn’t going to be able to wear his colors but that didn’t mean he wasn’t just about to drop watching the most important games of the season and, even with the Founders’ Day weekend festivities, he was intent on keeping track of those.

Ryder was taking a drink when he sensed it, her scent. Her presence. It was still fresh in his memory, he thought, and decided to go with that as a fair explanation. Even without looking behind him, he could tell her direction and once she took the recently opened spot beside him, he turned his head unsurprised, as though he had been waiting for her all along. “Let me buy you a drink.” The line echoing back to the first time they met, at a bar, not so long ago.