Thread: untitled (dream/jinx)

Basil wasn't surprised to see Deacon as soon as he opened the door. He knew, on the subject of his sister, the other lycan tended to act a little.. well, insane. He couldn't blame them, they were a bunch of bloodthirsty, horny animals. What he'd heard of the woman was that she was quite a catch. But, dammit, he wasn't a threat. Leave him and his quickies alone. Oh, please, you're making her out to be some innocent virgin. he rolled his eyes. Just how good was Deacon expecting him to act? A handsome smile, polite chat, tasteful conversation? He might could get one out of him, but the younger, smaller lycan thought it'd be more interesting to see just how much vulgarity this girl was accustomed to. Then maybe Deacon would get the courage to spill the beans about what he was and stop with this charade. He gave up on his buttons, only realizing after he'd buttoned the last one that they were a little uneven. That's as good as it was going to get. He went down the stairs after the larger male, stopping a few from the bottom to peer into the living room. Hah, not five minutes and the poor gal was being hit on. Heathens. Basil snickered at the two, then stepped the rest of the way down. 'They do look alike.' he thought to himself as he looked her over. At the mention of his name, he tuned back in to Deacon just in time to catch Wesley's as well. Oh, he's still here. Some where. he assumed, anyway. Then, walking next to Deacon, he gave him a hip bump to move him. Nice to meet you, Estelle. I'm Basil. he held out his hand, and gave that handsome smile. There, there was his good deed for the day. Wesley! C'mere! the sweetness in his voice was lost as he called out harshly. His companion could have heard that even if he was still outside. Instead, he was at the sink, cleaning his hands so they wouldn't stain red. Hold on. he called calmly, scrubbing at them with soap. After that, he dried them, and rolled his sleeves down. He knew exactly what he was being called for. He, however, intended to respect Deacon's request to act some what civil. There was a slight problem. He checked the little red specks of blood on his shirt and clicked his tongue. I'll just pull it off as ketchup.. no, no.. then I'll come off as a slob. he was talking to himself again. Not his best quality. He shrugged. Too late to change.. maybe she wont notice. Or ask. Even though it hurt to know he'd be meeting a lady for the first time and not look his best. Not that he had much chances with her.. he figured her brother to be the protective type. He headed to meet them in the living room, just finishing rolling his sleeves the rest of the way down. Ah, isn't she a little early? he muttered, eye already looking her over just as his friend had done before. And, oh, did he like what he saw. Not that he was expecting her to be unattractive. But not this attractive, either. He tried his best not to make it obvious he was checking her out, but by the snickering he could hear from Basil, it was too late. So, you're the one he's been talking about. Nice to finally meet you. Wesley glanced to Deacon, chuckling also. He's talked about you for a while.. we were beginning to think he made you up. he teased, then looked back to the lady, then her beer. Why had he not gotten one yet?