The generic ringing of Sebastian's phone sounded and he glanced quickly down at the little flip phone that he held in his lap. In a fluid motion, he flipped the small device open and then opened up Alarick's text message. His eyes scanned the words quickly and then he rolled them at the winking face at the end. Alarick never did seem to take anything seriously, even though he was deputy of the Bellingstone Hunters. Regardless, and even though Seb wouldn't admit it, maybe it was this humor that kept Sebastian sane. But, no one would ever really be able to be sure because Seb wasn't the kind of man to admit a weakness. Admitting you needed another soul to keep you sane surely had to be a weakness, no?
‘At that main street diner with Annelise. Come kill time with us. I haven’t seen your pretty face in a while. ;) That and I think I’m onto something.’ Seb smiled slightly, the corners of his thin lips turning upward ever so slightly. Yes, he had had some suspicions about the diner. Well, actually, they weren't related to the diner. Instead, they had been focused on the man who owned the diner; his name was Axel and he'd lived here since childhood. Granted, this wouldn't seem odd but what was odd was that the man had a reputation of disappearing every full moon and returning the next morning disheveled and exhausted. Sebastian had kept track and he was certain- well, almost certain- that the man had to be a werewolf. The fact that Alarick was "on to something" simply piqued his interest even further.
Sebastian turned his key in the ignition of the truck and it roared to life. Pushing his foot against the gas pedal, the truck started forward down the street and toward the main road on which the diner was located. Parallel parking the large truck before the diner, Seb nearly slammed his fist against the wheel. He'd never been good at doing this and he shouldn't even have to parallel park. He lived in a small town, for Christ's sake. Just as he nearly slammed the bumper of his car into the front of another car, he stomped on the brakes and forced the truck to stop where it was. The keys were pulled from the ignition and shoved into Seb's pocket as he flung the door open and stepped out beside his truck.
Seb passed by the front of his truck and started toward the front door which, as opened, signaled a small, tinkling bell. The sound caused his to roll his light blue eyes quickly. Honestly, what was the point in such a thing? If you couldn't hear the door opening, why would you be able to hear a bell ringing? With his hands shoved into his pockets, Sebastian looked around the diner for Alarick. His ego seemed to radiate off of him by the way he held himself upright and pushed his hair back slightly and it would certainly earn him quite a few glares or odd looks but, hell, he could care less. Eventually, he noticed Alarick sitting at a booth and, across from him, Annelise. Both seemed to be in conversation so he stayed silent as he walked up from behind and stood in front of the table.
"Morning, Alarick," he greeted, nodding at the man. He turned to Annelise and also nodded at her. "Morning, Annelise." Deciding he really didn't need to press himself up against Alarick on his side of the booth, Sebastian sat down on Annelise's side and tapped his fingers lightly against the table before looking back to Alarick. "Well, now you've got a nice view of my pretty face," he commented, smiling subtly at his own joke. "And the winky face was a nice touch..." He smile fell and he cleared his throat quickly before speaking again. "So...you're on to something?" Without even thinking, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his pack of cigarettes. Lighting one, he slipped it between his lips and started to take a drag, disregarding the laws against smoking in restaurants in Pennsylvania. It was as if, in his mind, being part of the police force meant all laws didn't apply to him.