"Mike?"
"Of course it's me," he stood up and walked to the other side of the bar only to pull out another bottle," take a seat if you want."
I carefully put the bowl down, not wanting to make too much noise. Now that he was facing me I had a better view of his apperance. His scraggly beard had grown out a bit and his hair was dissaray. It looked like he had slept in the suit he adorned and I wondered where exactly he had been all day.
"What time is it?"
"Quarter past midnight. Sleep well?"
"Better than one might assume," I smiled at the couch while the movie was snow on the screen. I guess it was a tape," The couch is very comfortable."
"I'm glad," he flashed a fake smile before taking another long drink of Jack Daniels.
My hand wrapped around the bottle he had left on the counter to find that it was scotch. Shrugging, I poured myself some before sipping it. My face twisted up in horror that he would voluntarily put something like that in his mouth. It tastes awful!
He started chuckling at my reaction and I coughed before leaving it on the counter.
"Not a fan?"
"Please tell me you have some red wine back there."
He reached under the counter before producing a silver wine glass and blue colored bottle.
"Classy girl," he passed me the cup.
Despite the glare he sent my way, I couldn't help but swirl the wine in the glass and give it a testing smell.
It was very good.
He laughed lightly at my actions. I couldn't help but to smile back. Mike's narrowed at my lip before he reached over and brushed a little drop of red liquid from it.
"Have you ever been wine tasting in the French Riviera?"
I shook my head. I'd never so much as left town.
"I'll have to take you sometime."
"You've been to France?"
He nodded, coming around to the other side of the bar to sit next to me.
"Where do you think I learned French?"
"Where else have you been?"
"Oh, lots of place," he took a sip of his drink as he thought," Most of Europe, Mexico, Brazil, South Africa, Kenya, Russia, Greenland, Israel, India, Australia and one strange weekend in San Diego I'd rather never talk about again."
"How have you been to so many places?"
"The job calls for it. As the future Alpha I had to associate myself with our partnering packs. Those are our allies. You'll have to travel with me as well until we have a pup that's old enough to do it alone."
"Right," I took a long, long drink of my wine," A pup."
"Yes, a pup. It's your primary job as Luna. If we can't continue the line then other packs will take over our territory."
"Mike..."
"I know that it seems like a lot and I'm sorry. I wouldn't wish this on any mortal. You're doing well, though. I hope that we can do well together."
"Then why do you get so upset with me? It scares me, Mike."
He didn't say anything. He just took another drink and stared at the lights. I sighed, seeing that this was getting us no where. Standing up, I placed my glass gently near him.
"Our wedding is in a week and a half. That's when I become Luna. That's when you can tell me how a Luna should be and what they should do."
He watched me as I started up the steps. When I was in the living room I turned to go up the other set of stairs but nearly had a heart attack when I saw Mike standing there.
"Lucille-"
"Where did you hear that? You called me that earlier."
Mike looked down for a long moment. When he looked back up his eyes were darker than before. It was second after that when he kissed me.
It was a soft kiss, but behind it you could feel the roughness waiting to come out. It was like testing the water before diving in. He was being so soft and sweet that I almost forgot we were nearly strangers getting married too soon.
Hell, I almost forgot he was a monster.
When he pulled away he placed one more little kiss on my lips. He didn't move far enough away because his breath was warm on my mouth. I think I like it like that, though.
"Your father told me your name. Lucille Marianna Thomas. He's been writing down everything I could ever need to know about you and sent it to me."
"That was nice of him."
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