#xgeorge

@ge0rgelivingstone

Welcome to 2019. Snow muttered this to himself while observing the bartender refill his familiar coke and whiskey. He was nearly insulted when the waiter suggested he slow down. Alcohol wouldn’t affect a six-foot-two man like most patrons, but perhaps he was simply in denial. Whatever, he had nowhere to be at this hour beside a cold, empty hotel room. It wasn’t like Snow to wear guarded shoulders at a lively club like this. Only tonight he felt especially lonely and taken with negative thoughts.

Snow was not a creature who could stand being alone too long. Yet here he was, thirties with no real prospects that didn’t revolve around work as a travel agent for wealthy customers with much more eventful plans for the year. He would have to try this year; download another app he would inevitably forget checking or regret getting within a week. Perhaps there was an available family friend who’d take pity on him. The thought of settling horrified him, almost like age and loneliness did, but he was doing a shit job at improving his chances.

This would be his last drink before the quiet cab ride back. Not before a small visit to the men's room. This club’s stalls always had a considerate attendant and steamed towels available which would leave him in a better mindset. Unfortunately, due to some party the club tonight was especially crowded. After struggling to reach his destination for a minute, Snow was about to put up his hands and give up the idea until a wall side door swept open beside him. He couldn’t help but look to face the man before him--who immediately took hold of his pale dress shirt collar and dragged him inside. “Wh-whoa, wait a sec’! What are you-..” The buzzed state of his body made him an easy victim, but he was aware enough to be on guard.

Snow took it upon himself to swiftly check the campus perimeter once the students were collected. To fight was their only chance and the Supreme would know just how to use each of their gifts. If this was their first fight, it certainly wouldn’t be their last so long as they stuck together. There was one student missing, some of the other staff must have realized despite Snow’s failure to mention it. There was no doubt George had already chosen his own means of dealing with the threat. Fighting fire with fire, hatred with hate; total eradication.

A thought that haunted Neil’s dreams at an early age. Now, he had a way of dealing with the terrors in order to quiet the past and survive another day.--He had to find George. Despite their faith and trust in one another, their powers, Snow had to be certain. Finally, the warlock was discovered at the south-west entrance. Bewitched doors braced against the presence of hunters and this time Neil knew they would make it through.

Meeting a gaze with his fellow warlock, seeing the quiet beast within barring its fangs at the ready, it was clear that the hunters wouldn’t get past the entry. Death was at the doorstep and Snow was ready to stain blood on his hands.

What the fuck was going on in Harry's car last night while everyone was supposed to be in the bar?

Why were Liam and Niall leaving without the rest of their crew?

Are any of you going to learn that hangovers are bad and it's best to stay away from them?