Lassiter gagged quite literally at their reactions to each other. It was as if they were Romeo and Juliet and they would be run through by a sword if they were caught showing the smallest inkling of emotion. Mind you he didn’t know what Axel’s reaction would be if he found his male Beta breaking ranks to cuddle and smooch the female Delta- but he was assured that it wasn’t death.
“Waitress? Dear God Sam- you are the most atrocious woman I have ever seen. Though that explains why Blondie here seems dissuaded by my masculine bravado.” With that Lassiter gave a playful wink, but inevitably quieted as coffee was finally slid his way. Maybe his brain would behave now that it had a daily dose of caffeine to jumpstart the important parts of his gray matter. That would probably be the time that he would realize he was in Axel’s diner planted to the one woman in the world that he had to actually play friendly with.
Those pale blue eyes cut a viperous line towards Caroline as she regaled him as some Dr. Seuss tale. “I suppose alright- you know as black hearted as always. So how is the Blonde Lorax doing this morning?” He offered in a quick rebuttal. “Besides cuddling up to ‘Sam I am with Green Eggs and Ham’.” Lassiter allowed the joke to sink in for a moment. “See what I did there?” He took a sip of coffee after he doused it in a packet of sweetener.
Lassiter sighed somewhat raggedly as she brought up the gash around his brow. “Ah- you know- Ms. Mahoney being alone, depraved, and crazy. I swear her grandson could take proper care of her, but instead plays Xbox all day and eats his weight in Cheetos- and we have seen him- that is a lot of damn Cheetos.” He took another sip. “But I’ll be fine- it’ll take a lot more than a porcelain cat lobbed at my head to kill me. It’ll at least have to be a porcelain cow.”
Now that his brain was stretching and offering gulping yawns into cognitive thought- Lassiter found himself musing about Caroline and Sam. Honestly he didn’t know how long it had been going on, but that it had. Rejection sat on his chest like a weight that he couldn’t lift, but Lassiter knew he brought that upon himself. He wasn’t a ray of sunshine, he wasn’t giving, he wasn’t kind, and he also failed to have to movie star smile that was coupled with the body of Adonis. No he was Lassiter- while fit and not at all terrible to look at he was far from Sam. Very far.
One might think he would switch gears and go after Sam’s intended mate, but Jo had nothing to do with the werewolf group and made that blatantly obvious. So there was Lassiter- alone- and by anyone’s guess he damn well enjoyed it.
“So have any fun stories to tell me from last night? Anyone get too drunk to function and embarrass themselves? I still remember quite fondly when Tadd Wilkinson hopped up on the table and proclaimed himself ‘Magic Mike’ and began doing the most heinous hip thrusts known to man.” It was then he squinted his eyes in thought, “little did we know that was the small-town Pennsylvania mating dance. Or I guess it was supposed to be- but we can honestly say anyone that remembers that will not crawl into bed with him.”