James groaned at the pounding in his head. He didn't know who was playing those drums so late at night, but he would end him. He opened his eyes only to hurriedly shut them at the laser beams that attacked. He lifted his hand to rub at them, sure that his eyes were now a melted mess. The pounding started again, this time seeming to echo inside as well as outside his head. He wasn't sure which one was louder. He slowly opened one eye and then the other as he realized it was just the sun trying its best to blind him, and he had a feeling it was winning. He winced as he held his head that felt twice its size and ten times its weight. He looked down at his chest, his bear chest. For a moment he wondered where he was. The last thing he remembered was drinking at an underground bar. He briefly remembered a female voice talking to him.
His hand moved to his mouth. Did he do what he hoped he didn't? He felt bile rise to the back of his throat. The thought of stepping out on Trishanna made him sick. He brought his knees to his chest and buried his face in them. Damn, damn, damn, what is he going to do? How could he even think to do this no matter how drunk he was? The first thing he should do is get out of... wherever here was. He pushed the cover off of him and realized that he was naked. This was getting worse. He growled in frustration. He was swearing off all forms of booze for the rest of his life. He stood, wrapping the sheet around him, and shuffled his way to the door. He leaned on it for support, before opening it a crack. He peeped out and didn't see anyone. He tried calling on his wolf for support but the fool was still knocked out. That was strange since it was difficult for werewolves even to get this intoxicated for long.
Taking a step he entered the hallway. He looked to his left and noticed two closed doors, mostly bedrooms he guessed. He decided his best chance was to head right and hopefully to the main door.
He made his way along, careful not to make any noise. He peeped around the corner and saw a small living room with a table set apart, next to a window. Three chairs stood around it and the kitchen was further back. He could now smell the scent of cooking and the gentle hum of a woman. James took a whiff, her scent a bit familiar. He edged closer to what seemed like the front door. Just as he was about to grab the handle and make his escape, the voice behind him reached him. "Where do you think you're going after last night?"
James paused, wincing at the tone. He knew that tone, it was the 'you're in trouble if you leave me right now' tone. He's heard it before, and in those times it was fun for him to see how he extracted himself from those situations, but now, he just wished the earth would open up and swallow him whole. He turned, a pleasing smile on his face, as he prayed she wasn't holding a frying pan in her hand, or worse a knife. He looked at the woman and rubbed his aching eyes for a second look.
"Trixy?" he asked, his jaw hanging open like a fool. There was no way he hooked up with the barmaid. Trixy frowned and threw the dishcloth she had over her shoulder at him. "Ewww... don't even go there, dude. It's not what you think." She turned back to the kitchen. "I think you should at least wear your clothes. You could get arrested if you go around looking like that." James turned back and slowly walked towards the kitchen, keeping a wary eye for any flying objects. He saw her grab a pan and he tensed, only relaxing as she placed it on the stove and grabbed the bacon from the fridge.
The sound of one of the doors opening made him tense yet again, but it was the bouncer from the same bar. He yawned, greeting James, and headed to the kitchen where he kissed Trixy on her head. She smiled up at him, considering he was almost a foot taller than her and she pointed at the coffee maker with her spatula. He winked, turned, and grabbed two cups. He leaned back so he could see James through the doorway, "Hey mate, you want a cup?" James looked at them in a stupor. Didn't this guy want to punch him in the face for sleeping with his girl? The bouncer spat out his coffee and glared at James.
"Now look mate, I don't know how things are done in your neck of the woods but, one, I don't sleep with my sister, that's gross." He pulled some napkins and cleaned up the coffee on his hands and the floor. "Two, if you had slept with my sister, consenting or not," he glared at Trixy as she opened her mouth to protest, "you wouldn't be alive and you sure wouldn't have your balls still attached." James just stared at them in surprise. So that means he didn't sleep with the barmaid. His shoulders sagged in relief and he made his way to the small sofa and sank into it. He looked up and saw the two in some sort of battle of the wills. He didn't have siblings but he saw it often enough to know what it was. He leaned his head back, wishing he could make sense of his life right now. He heard a small huff and saw Trixy turn away, guessing her brother won this round. Soon a mug of hot black coffee was placed in front of him on the low coffee table.
"Could someone please tell me what happened last night?" He asked as he reached for the cup, taking a cautious sip. The liquid was hot, but good, with an earthy undertone that he found refreshing. He took another sip, feeling the warmth reach him and his wolf. "Well, firstly, tell us your name mate." James looked at one then the other, "You don't know my name?" he asked in shock. Who let a nameless stranger into their place? Correction, a drunk nameless stranger?