Tonight The World Dies.

@ dancing.dead

It was a stormy night, and Matt came into the old, shabby roadhouse seeking refuge from the weather. He draped his wet coat over the back of his chair and ordered a drink, "something strong" was as specific as he got because he didn't care about the taste. He was chilled from roaming through the rain, and he wanted something to warm him. When the bartender placed two fingers of bourbon on the table in front of him, he swallowed it all immediately, appreciating the burn that filled his body. "Another, please."

Matt could smell the other occupants of the building, a mixture of humans and shapeshifters, and he caught the barest hint of a vampire. The scent of decay, though not noticeable to humans, always gave blood suckers away. His hazel eyes wandered over the scene around him, and then stopped as be zeroed in on someone particularly interesting. Another werewolf was sitting over at the bar, and he was very striking in appearance: dark hair, pale skin, green eyes. He didn't look up, but Matt approached him slowly, all pearly whites and charming dimples as he smiled at the other man. He pulled up the stool beside him at the bar. "Some weather, huh?"