#p:oz

Wanting to look nice for his night with Oz, Ivan took a good shower before dressing in black slacks and a white shirt, half unbuttoned, tie also half loosen around his neck, completed with black boots. Before leaving his room he grabbed a bottle of red wine from his wine cabinet and headed down the hallway to where Oz’s suite was. He knew the door would be unlocked because the other had told him, so he saw himself inside, and like he was told, he locked the door behind him. Since all the suites were more or less alike, he knew quickly where he could find his room, and sure enough as he pushed the door opened, he stepped inside and saw Oz there, laying on the bed. “Meu Deus... You look positely exquisite” he said as he stepped towards the bed.

Four o’clock on Thursday afternoon came around a lot more quickly than Drew had expected it to. Between this meeting with Oz and Lilith’s party this evening, he didn’t know when he’d actually end up having time to pack for his and Cade’s flight to Prague early the next morning. Still, though, this conversation was important, and he was planning on giving it all the attention it deserved.

Anum had known that this wasn't going to be the easiest job he'd ever done the second that he'd known that the vote was going to go the way it went. That was the problem with free will. People could do so many things, that there was always a chance that he couldn't see what was going to happen until it was too late to stop it. This "overseeing" of Oz was one of those things. So he'd stayed away from it for as long as he thought it was reasonable. But tonight, there was going to be a Vampire murder, and he knew that he was going to have to show up. So he put on a pair of stone washed jeans and a laid back suit jacket, and made his way towards the police station. 

Leaning on Oz's car, he waited patiently for what he knew would be a cold and probably angry interaction. He was glad it was cooling off quickly now at night, and more glad when Oz finally came out of the station, so that they could get this over with. He stood up straight, pulling off of the car as the Wolf approached. It wasn't just their Shifted forms where Oz dwarfed him. Oz was an imposing figure in either form, and Anum felt the typical Jackal flight response welling up inside him. It was an ingrained side-effect of his breed, and he had to swallow hard to bring it under control. He gave Oz a slight nod, and then looked up at the street lights. Showing an Alpha his throat was something that was hard to do without appearing strange to humans, but Anum thought that he'd managed well enough. After an appropriate amount of time, he lowered his head and looked at the Wolf again, making sure not to look him in the eyes for more than a second.