Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2015 16:42:23 GMT
Aother long day teaching both human and supernatural students at Beacon Hills High School was over for Damien Anderson. He stepped from the school and sighed quite happily. The man was getting a little stressed out. He had grown more comfortable with how the American school system worked, but even so, he was quite worried about how things were translating to his students. He knew that the girls were a little distracted, his accent was what many American women enjoyed. Eventually, he was sure, they would get used to it and it would lose its luster. Or so he desperately hoped. After all, he wasn’t that attractive so he was sure his voice was distracting but not much else.
On Damien’s walk home, since he did enjoy a good walk, he thought about heading home. He thought about moving his way towards his house, especially to take care of his new pet tortoise, but instead, he made his way downtown towards the shopping district. He found that he wanted to wet his whistle. He stepped into a nearby bar, nothing fancy and nothing too exciting either. He looked around, gazing at the people inside as well as the décor before he shrugged his shoulders and headed to the bar. He seated himself and bought himself one drink, and then two, and then three.
Four drinks down and the man was having a fantastic time with some guys that he had suddenly made friends with. Well, up until a very specific bug bit him. He excused himself and headed outside, wanting to clear his mind and grab a smoke outside. Sure, he could have smoked in the bar, but he had a feeling that he was more or less relaxing himself. Besides, chances were he needed to sober himself up a little before he started walking home, and he was more comfortable with smoking outside than inside. As he stood there, he relaxed and looked around in the cool night Beacon Hills air before feeling a strange feeling in his ears.
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