Snippet #2556245

Snow was seated to the side of the room, alone in a booth. Since Max's departure, it had become a common sight. Whilst there was no questioning that he was closely involved with the rest of the pack, during times of socialising he would seldom be found anywhere but the fringe. It wasn't a situation he was dissatisfied with - he'd long been the quiet and contemplative type, and he was happy with it.

A small glass of lemonade sat half-full on the table in front of him whilst he leaned back in his seat to watch the news playing on the TV above the bar. His attention was halfway divided between the report and the police officer Baron had brought back here. Other members of the pack were blatantly staring, but he kept his interest less obvious.

Still, regardless of her station and her involvement in Baron's arrest, if Baron had brought her here then she couldn't be that bad. Hopefully the others could play at law-abiding citizen while she was around.

His eyes wandered from that scene over to where Desmond had just entered, and he raised an eyebrow to see Chloe enter with him. He hadn't spoken to her since the pack meeting several weeks ago. After a moment of consideration, he grabbed his glass and stood, making his way over to them. He leaned against a table next to theirs and nodded a greeting to them.

"I don't think we've been properly introduced since I chained you to a chair," he said to Chloe, the corners of his mouth curling upwards in a small smile. "My name's Adair, but most people call me Snow."