TOM'S P.O.V.
Tom was still reeling form seeing Denory. Had she somehow been affected by the curse? But how? She had been dead three years when the curse had been preformed. He had watched her burn. 'Oh goddess, what a mess this is! Look at you! Barely able to think straight. You need a good fuck.' As always Triken was right. He had been driving himself insane for almost two weeks.
Tom glanced around the packed bar. There were 14 women here tonight. Of the 14 women 8 were here with a male date and 4 were here with a female date. That left the two friends in the corner. One of whom was blubbering about how her boyfriend had cheated on her then left her all because she wouldn't 'put out' What ever that meant. He had only kept up with slang enough to keep from standing out over the last 2000 years.
He decided that beggers can't be choosers when her friend and her decided that they would each leave with a guy to sleep with that night. Soon after the bleached blonde left with a gym bum stupider than a sack of bricks type, his hand slid in the back of her low cut daisy dukes before they even reached the door. Time to make his move.
He sauntered over with two glasses of the wine the friends had been drinking all night. "Hey, where did your friend go?" He asked innocently.
"She left. Guess she got tired of listening to my sob story." She sniffed. "But I don't know what I expected. I mean she will have a new guy by the time she gets out of the parking lot so..."
"Sounds like a slut to me." Tom raised his eyebrow and glared at the door. "Which begs the question why do you hang out with her?"
"What do you mean?" She glanced up at him as he set one of the wine glasses in front of her. "She's....a friend."
"No, I get that. It's just you don't strike me as the kind who would want to hang out in a bar with a girl of that ilk."
"Ilk?"
"Type, sorry."
"Well usually I prefer the book store to a place like this but I found out my boyfriend cheated on me.... with her....had been for months."
"That's not a friend. That's a harlot." He shrugged. "At least that's what we used to call them." She giggled and he liked the way it sounded. "But than again, the question goes unanswered and now I really want to know, why do you hang out with her? Wait are you planning on killing her? Because if you are Bart and I can help you hide the body." She laughed when she realized that he was joking.
"Thanks for the offer but she is the only friend I have here." She took a sip of her wine. That was when he noticed he had been watching the two friends and while little miss Bleach blond slut had got increasingly drunk he had not seen this strawberry blonde finish a single glass of wine. "I moved here because my boyfriend has family here and he wanted to be closer to them."
"So how did you meet that skank? Because no offense but the only time that bitch ever picked up a book was when some guy told her she would look hot if she read." Wine sprayed across the table as she coughed and sputtered at his joke.
"Accurate, and true. She's a childhood friend of my boyfriend." She explained when she finally caught her breath. "I've never been good at making friends, so when he introduced us i really had no choice in whether I wanted to be or not."
"Well....first, stop calling that douch your boyfriend. Second you don't seem to have a problem talking to me." He flashed her a warm smile and folded his hands on the table.
"Well, no, but I'm drunk so...." Again she trailed off and he wondered what that meant. "Besides, we aren't really friends."
"Why I never!" Tom gasped as e placed his hand on his chest and feigned shocked hurt. "Okay you're right so, rapid fire." He took a deep breath than began. "My name is Thomas. Everyone calls me Tom. I'm 30 and a business owner. I am six foot ten and weigh 250. My blood type is AB positive. I have one brother but we are estranged and the rest of my family is...resting in peace."
"Okay. My turn I guess." She giggled and took another sip of her wine. "My name is Alyshianna but everyone calls me Ally. I'm human. I am 20 years old and dropped out of college to be a stay at home girlfriend. I am four nine and weigh 120. My blood type is also AB positive. I have two siblings. One older, one younger, and both brothers. But my bo- EX boyfriend didn't like me to talk to my family so it has been three years since I talked to any of them. My mom was killed by a drunk driver when I was 10 and my dad is a successful business lawer that dabbles in the stock market." He smiled as she spilled all of this information. "And now you have to tell me your species."
"Um....no. No I didn't. Okay.... Please don't freak out but I am a dee-werewolf." He smiled at her and for some reason he felt a tug at his cold dead heart when she responded in kind.
"Can I see your wolf?" She was super excited about it and he just couldn't say no.
"Okay. Hey Bart! You good here?" He called to the bar tender.
"You're still here? I thought you left ten minutes ago! Get outta here! Seriously we got this!" Tom chuckled and handed the waitress his card. "Put the tab on this and add $35 to it for your tip." She nodded and went to the till.
"Oh my God! I had no idea you owned THIS business." Ally gasped and Tom couldn't help but smile in amusement at her surprise.
"I bought it four years ago." He downed the cheap wine and winced at the taste. "It was a den for drug dealers, human traffickers, and all sorts of criminals. I turned it into what it is today. Although we still get the wrong type in here too often for my liking. Thank you Mindy. Are you ready to go?" He stood and extended his hand for her to take.