Just as Shailene just finished serving this group of rowdy guys that were currently lounging against the bar and on the prowl, her phone buzzed in her back pocket and she whipped it out. Her expression softened considerably as she read Wes' text message before a frown formed on her face, her eyes falling upon Luke's name in the group message.
She and Luke were not the closest of people. He kind of made sure of that. Sure, there were moments that he seemed merely amused by her and perhaps, in his own way, he found Shailene endearing. But their relationship never flourished into a meaningful relationship like the one she had with Danny. And now that Luke was...no...
Shailene shook her head. She was not going to think like this. There was still a possibility that Lucas was still alive - that he wasn't gone. These hunters were like family and you can never just give up on family. With that new and firm resolve in her head, Shailene was getting ready to send a response to Wes when she noticed him on the other side of the bar. Sullivan was apparently still on duty and while her brain decidedly disliked Michelle for wanting to leave the pressure on the guy, she was already typing her response to the older hunter anyway.
To: Wes
Back at u, Leader Guy!! c:
Back at u, Leader Guy!! c:
After a beat, Shailene decided to send another text to Danny for company. Something told her it was going to be a long night and who better to keep her company - while working - than her best friend?
To: Danny
At Drunken Bear. Come pls
At Drunken Bear. Come pls
Luke raised a head when he heard her voice. He had honestly forgotten of her presence and glowered. Lucas didn't want her anywhere near him. She was the cause of his suffering - the entire reason he was with these things in the first place. In his little moment of self-pity/loathing, he heard his phone buzz the first time, alerting him to a text and refused to respond. Every text sent between his friends lately were directed towards him or were about him. He just couldn't handle it and apparently, his number was shared around the damn vampires, especially that Lillian chick.
His eyes turned into near slits when Teagan told him that he needed to feed, that his instincts would kick in and he nearly laughed. Actually, a small chuckle did escape him as he leaned his head back against the wall, his skin slightly damp - he didn't know that vampires could even sweat! - from the struggle it took not to rush into the town and rip out someone's throat.
"What's my instinct is to not be a cold-blooded killer. But I guess I can't lose control over that, huh?" Luke retorted before groaning, fists clenched as his palate longed for the flow of blood. Just as he considered, even for a second, giving into his desires, his phone buzzed and he decided to at least look at it.
It was Wes.
Luke cursed under his breath.
He had to remain strong.
He could not drink blood.