Post by WYATT ANDERSON MONTGOMERY on Jul 9, 2013 18:33:19 GMT
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[/style][style=width: 300px; text-align:justify; line-height:100%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; color: #000000;margin-top: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px;]Wyatt was bruised and beaten and felt like complete shit. Tonight he had lost his first fight in over a year and didn’t feel good about it. His head was killing him, he was fairly sure he had a few broken ribs, and his knee was in pain. Though he was a werewolf and would heal more quickly than his opponent, but it was more painful to lose to the guy than it was to have to wait longer to heal. His opponent, Ivan, was an asshole, and he was pretty sure the guy was juiced up on steroids. Wyatt was strong, but that guy still had him close to being beat. He was just so much quicker and honestly Wyatt’s head hadn’t been in the game. He had been thinking of so many different things that had been going on in his life from Harper being taken to finding out that there was another pack in town, which he was slightly worried about. He hadn’t heard much on them other than the fact that their alpha was about 18, which struck him as weird as hell and also worrisome because what kind of 18 year old gets to be in charge of an entire pack unless he’s some sort of manipulating dickhead? It didn’t make sense to Wyatt at all and he was confused about the entire thing. All he knew was that he wasn’t going to lose his territory to some 18-year-old kid. He had the greatest pack in Manuka and he would do anything for his pack.
Sighing, he wiped his face of blood that had dried on his face. He stood in a poorly lit bathroom in a bar in the upper state. He had left the arena where his fight was held and had skipped out to go get drunk. He knew that his manager would hate that he was doing this, but he had had a shitty night and needed a pick-me-up. This was all he could come up with. Wyatt really was the kind of guy that drank when he really needed to mope about something or if he was doing it at a party or family get together. His drink of choice was Scotch and so far he had already had three glasses.
He walked back to the bar and plopped down, finally feeling tipsy enough to not hate himself for being defeated by an asshole named Ivan. What kind of name was that anyways? He knew he was just being mean in his head because he was upset and sighed again heavily. He tapped on the bar and the bar keep made him another drink. “Thanks, Dee,” he said to the girl. She was a pretty little thing and had a great body. But Wyatt couldn’t have her. He was engaged and had no say about it. He was more bummed every second he looked at her. ”What happened to you anyways?” she asked with raised eyebrows. She leaned on the counter towards him and he looked down at the bar. “I got my ass handed to me tonight,” he said and scratched the back of his head. “But I still got paid, so that’s a plus I suppose,” he chuckled dryly and threw back his drink.
He ordered another and as Dee got him his drink, he noticed someone sit next to him. He didn't say anything or look over to see who it was, but he could tell they were looking at him.
Sighing, he wiped his face of blood that had dried on his face. He stood in a poorly lit bathroom in a bar in the upper state. He had left the arena where his fight was held and had skipped out to go get drunk. He knew that his manager would hate that he was doing this, but he had had a shitty night and needed a pick-me-up. This was all he could come up with. Wyatt really was the kind of guy that drank when he really needed to mope about something or if he was doing it at a party or family get together. His drink of choice was Scotch and so far he had already had three glasses.
He walked back to the bar and plopped down, finally feeling tipsy enough to not hate himself for being defeated by an asshole named Ivan. What kind of name was that anyways? He knew he was just being mean in his head because he was upset and sighed again heavily. He tapped on the bar and the bar keep made him another drink. “Thanks, Dee,” he said to the girl. She was a pretty little thing and had a great body. But Wyatt couldn’t have her. He was engaged and had no say about it. He was more bummed every second he looked at her. ”What happened to you anyways?” she asked with raised eyebrows. She leaned on the counter towards him and he looked down at the bar. “I got my ass handed to me tonight,” he said and scratched the back of his head. “But I still got paid, so that’s a plus I suppose,” he chuckled dryly and threw back his drink.
He ordered another and as Dee got him his drink, he noticed someone sit next to him. He didn't say anything or look over to see who it was, but he could tell they were looking at him.
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[/style]ty sophia
