Wes
“I am Melanie, I just arrived from France.”
Wesley arched a dark eyebrow, taking a long swig of his beer as he listened to the brunette talk. A girl who just came in from France coming across Lawrence and happening to stumble into The Drunken Bear? He wanted to scoff; it seemed highly unlikely. From all his training and studying, Wes was pretty good at reading people. She had a reason to be here and he had a feeling it wasn't for a vacation. When Danny started talking he narrowed his eyes, glaring over at his brother, snorting as he lowered his beer bottle down to his side.
"A trouble maker? Really, Danny boy?" Wesley scoffed, shaking his head as he looked back at "Melanie-" if that was her real name. "Well, since introductions were made for me like I'm a kindergartener, it's nice to meet you, tootz." he then added, opting for one of the many names he called women; he rarely called them by their actual names anymore. Wes looked back at Danny when he spoke again, nodding as he shrugged, as if he was uninterested.
"Yeah, I figured as much." he grunted, finishing off the last of his beer, setting the bottle up on the bar. As if she heard her name and was conjured up, a few split seconds later Wes heard Shailene's voice.
"Wassup, guys! Beer's on the house,"
Though Wesley seemed to get annoyed at how close Shailene and his brother had gotten, the word beer seemed to put him in a better mood. Meeting her gaze briefly, he smirked a bit deviously, "Well speak of the devil," Wes chuckled, snatching up the beer bottle placed before him. "Hey, you even got the right one! About time," he then joked, gazing flickering back to the brunette. "You don't drink the hard stuff?" he questioned, eyeing the wine she was previously drinking. Wine. He didn't have the taste for that stuff at all. Wes knew Danny had asked Melanie the question he was most waiting to hear, however.. Why she was here, of all places, all the way from France.
He simply shook his head as seemingly talkative Shay began introducing, taking a drink of the free beer that was brought over. It was most likely a mind thing, but beer always tasted better when he knew money wasn't coming out of his pocket for it. The thought made him remember his pie craving.. I'll need to talk to Shay about this place not serving pie. he thought, rubbing the back of his neck as he drug his attention back to the conversation with the other three. Wesley had completely forgotten about leaving his phone at the other end of the bar.
Teagan
Teagan winced as Lucas lashed out at her.
"Screw you,"
She bit her tongue from saying anything, casting her eyes downward towards the floor and then that is when she went on about him being weak. Her wrist was at her mouth when he spoke again causing her to tense and swallow hard. At first she didn't know what to really say. She could smart off and tell him what he wanted to hear, tell him that in fact she was enjoying this and that she planned on tormenting him the rest of eternity. Yes, there was always pretending to play the role of the monster he already conceived her of being. Or, she could tell him the truth. She could tell him how she was simply trying to help him the best she could. That she didn't want him to suffer the way she made her own self suffer the first few weeks of being a vampire before breaking. Tea could tell him how awful it was feeling like you had no self control. How terrible it felt. But did he really even care? Would he listen? No.
The hatred he felt towards her seemed to roll off him in threatening waves; it was affecting her own disposition and maybe that was the reason she hadn't been acting herself lately towards the others. Lowering her wrist and dropping her arm back down to her side, Teagan simply shook her head and said "No." in a very quiet voice. She then cleared her throat, "I know in your eyes you see me as a monster." she said, blue eyes down casted towards the soft carpet beneath her feet once more. "And maybe I am." she added, clenching her jaw lightly. She had thought of herself as such for a long time anyway and was beginning to think it was true. "You have every right to think that, but putting yourself through the pain you are feeling right now is not doing a thing to me. Getting back at me for what I done is not being accomplished this way." Tea peeked up through long lashes at Lucas, almost trying to plead with him.
"You can hate me for as long as you'd like. For the rest of your immortal life if that's what you wish, but like it or not.. We are tied together now by a bond I wish I could break myself. Do you think I like this, Lucas? Being the one who done this to someone? No. No I do not. But you have to survive... Drinking is like breathing for us, for you now. Just please..." She took a deep, unneeded breath "Let me give or get you some blood." Tea spoke the words quickly but she knew he caught them, she then glanced at his phone on the ground as it went off again.
The name flashing on the screen read 'Andrew'. The name tugged at something in her memory.. A name perhaps Lucas was mumbling during the transformation? Teagan slowly, at a human pace, walked back over and picked up the phone in front of her fledgling. She glanced at him then glanced down at the message that accidently popped up when she touched the screen.
Lucas, please sent us a sign you're all right. I can't put the family through another funeral, we, including you, have already been to so many. Please, just even a reply say you're all right.
-Andrew
Tea actually frowned as she read the message, flashing back to the texts she herself received weeks after changing. Eventually, she got her phone disconnected. She could not take it anymore, rather them thinking she had ran off and was avoiding them... Or dead, possibly. It was too much.
"I am letting him know you are fine." she said, coming to the conclusion after a couple of minutes. She then typed back swiftly,
Lucas is fine, Andrew. Do not worry.
She sent it before Luc could say anything or snatch the phone back, then tucking it in her back pocket. He didn't need to be tortured by anymore texts from his people. "Sorry." Teagan then added, crossing her arms as she looked at Lucas. When the knock on his door was heard, she only sighed but ignored it.