I fight like a man, no big deal.

It had been a long day, with nothing to do. Harper basically spend her days off in bed, until she decided if she’d go out, visit her cousin or just stay in bed, watching series on Netflix. Tonight, she decided to go out, just on her own. With a groan she got out of bed and walked to the bathroom to get some water to the face, making her wake up a bit more. She was already dressed, so maybe just a little perfume or something and a brush through the hair, then she’d be done. Harper was not one of the girls that really cared about makeup, she barely wore any and if she did, if was for special occasions. She got her phone out, checking the clock and got her keys and walked of, as she had the door locked. It took her about fifteen to twenty minutes to get the Late Night bar. She had enough of Nightclubs for this week and therefore decided to go to a basic bar instead.

As she got inside, she checked her surroundings, checking if there were any familiar faces, but not a single one was to be seen. Harper shrugged slightly before walking to the bar, reading over the drink card, even though she was quite a basic bitch when it came to that. A rum and coke were always a personal hit and then the vodka shots with different tastes, just to start the evening out on something. A bartender stopped before her ” What can I get for you?” he asked, offering her a smile. Harper didn’t hesitate a second ” Double rum and coke, and five shots of whatever.” she said, returning the bartender’s smile. The bartender placed the shots and double rum and coke before her, and she paid the amount, plus a few coins extra. The shots was down quickly, then the rum and coke was to be enjoyed.

Outfit: Shirt, sweater, watch and pants

Benjamin sad at the bar with a glass of whiskey. He had one of those days, where he had been fighting with his dad. Being a demon and not sharing too much of his power, no bruises, wounds or broken bones were visible. The only wounds left were in the mind and soul. He sat with his glass and let swirled the whiskey around the rocks; lost in his own thoughts. He had to figure out how he could get him and his sister away from his dad. They couldn’t live like this and Benjamin shouldn’t visit Calla or Erin too often, it would only make them worry, and they didn’t need that. They had more than enough problems.

Benjamin had dressed down for once, being out in the town. He was wearing a wool sweater and a very fine shirt underneath. His pants matched the rest of the sandy, earth-colored theme he had going on. He looked once at his watch before he took a big sip of his glass. As soon as he sat his glass down, a young werewolf sat down next to him. Something about werewolf just smelled oh so characteristic. He looked over at the woman, before he straightened his back. It almost looked like she had just jumped out of bed, with the clothing she was wearing, despite the jeans. It didn’t take long before the woman ordered. Almost imideatly she recived her drink and shots. Almost as if the shots had been candy, she swallowed them. She was drinking a lot. Was she filled with problems or was she just going to get in trouble? He chose to turn all the way around so that his front pointed in her direction.
“Hey. Name’s Benjamin,” he said stretching his hand forward for a handshake. Any touch with Benjamin would make him able to sense how much power they had left in storage and how powerful it was.