"Order's up," Shailene called and set down eight shot glasses filled with alcohol, raising an eyebrow at the college student - who was totally a freshman and barely eighteen at that - as he gathered the drinks. She watched him gather them up and carefully carry them over to the booth on the other side of the bar to a bunch of older frat boys. Must be a pledge, she mentally decided. After all, Michelle just became a sorority girl and Shay could remember the poor girl being forced to buy drinks and do ridiculous stuff - stuff that Shay could have done on her own.
Shailene was receiving another order when she felt her phone buzz again and a message came in from Andrew. Her eyes scrutinized the bar before her eyes fell upon the front door just as Craig entered the bar followed by a group of teenagers. She caught his eye just as quickly and the boy's face probably turned fifty shades of red before his friends led him to the pool table.
To: Andrew
Got him hon :)
Got him hon :)
As she set to making a few more orders, her eyes finally fell on Danny and a smile lit up her face...before her eyes took in Wesley's intimidating stance and the pretty brunette girl. She felt something...strong from her, but not totally dangerous. It was edgy and Shay liked edgy. So, she grabbed three beers - one for herself, of course - and walked over. A big smile was on her face as she greeted the trio.
"Wassup, guys! Beer's on the house," she called, hoping to dispel any of the tension, and placed the two bottles on the bar in front of the males, eyeing Wes' expression directly.. She could definitely see the worry in the new girl's eyes. Wes had a habit of doing that. She grinned directly at Danny. "And thanks for coming to keep my company handsome." Finally, her gaze fell upon the brunette and her smile softened. "And I haven't seen you before. hon. I'm Shailene; most call me Shay."
If Teagan thought that she was giving him a lesson of not losing control, she was already ten years late on the uptake. His father had trained him for years to maintain control over himself and his emotions - if it wasn't for the constant verbal jabs or random punches in the chest, the torture in the basement sure did the trick. And sure, being a vampire was a completely different ball game. But he was not about to lose himself to the monster inside of him.
He'd rather it tear him apart from the inside out than give in.
And if this psychotic bitch thought she was going to make him give in, she had another thing coming?
A curse fell from his lips when his phone was in Teagan's hand and she was staring down at it in puzzlement. When their eyes met again, she inquired about Wesley and Luke's jaw ticked with the strain he was putting forth as he ground his teeth together. Why was it so hot? Did vampires even sweat? Why wouldn't his throat stop hurting? And why was she being so fucking nosy?
"Screw you," he growled. She merely tossed it down near him and proceeded to remind him that he was weak, that he could lose control over himself. And before he knew it, her voice was blending in with his father's, the constant degrading tone which his father used to berate him with echoing in his ears to the point that he could no longer hear Teagan speaking and even though a surge of hunger swept through him when she brought her wrist to her mouth, Luke remained steadfast. He simply glared at her. He didn't even think to look at his phone. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"