Maxxie chuckled under his breath at an insult closer to home. That sounded about right, bring some culture into the mix. Go figure that she could still be annoying even a few drinks down. Actually, as his eyes bounced to the bottle in front of her, he was guessing more than a 'few'. He shook his head after watching her take a drink. Yeah, she was definitely smashed.
He wasn't surprised when she tried to make a break for it either, but winced at the way she wobbled the moment she was on her feet. Reflexes kicked in and despite how much he would absolutely love to watch her fall on her ass, he still leaned forward when it was obvious she was going to fall.
Apparently he had made much more of a negative impact than he'd originally thought, because it would take some willpower to jerk away from him like she did. One of Maxxie's eyebrows darted halfway up his forehead. "Asshat?" he repeated. "Seriously?" Well, at least she was creative.
He shook his head as he stepped off of his stool again, an easy movement given how tall he was anyway. "I think you've had enough alone time." Unfortunately, like he had a tendency to do, Maxxie forgot about the fact that they were in a full bar. He could only imagine how this situation looked from the outside. Bad. Very bad.
Suddenly there was a hand on his chest, keeping him from taking a step closer to Avalon, and a warning growl that was much too animal for a human. His eyes dropped towards the hand on his body, grateful that there weren't claws at least, but mentally cursing himself for not realizing someone was that close to him.
Maxxie rolled his eyes, lifting his gaze to the being the hand belonged to. And he froze. The man was shorter than him, just by a little, blue eyes looking up slightly. His posture was fierce, coming to defend the damsel in distress (which Avalon certainly was
not). But there was something oddly familiar about those eyes, brown hair, scruffy face...
His gaze dropped to the chain around the man's neck, disappearing under leather and a black shirt, and found what he was looking for. A star-like scar, just above the collar bone. "Kellen?"
The werewolves eyes went wide as well, first at being recognized, then wider with realization. "Shit." Maxxie, at least, was well trained enough to know when someone was about to bolt. His own hand shot out, long fingers getting a good grip on the man's leather jacket.
"Relax, I'm not here to arrest you this time. But mind helping a fella out? Since you decided to be big, bad, prince charming?" he nodded towards Avalon, smile on his face. The wolf sighed deeply, his posture deflating, and gave a submissive nod.