RP:Werewolf Drama, Party of Three

Summary: Hudson and Alvina try to go out and blow off steam only to run into a previous fling of his, and then the guy responsible for making him a werewolf! Desparrow shows up and gleans some important information about Hudson that might be useful to furthering his hold on the rogue werewolf.

The Whaler's Bar

Alvina wasn't sure what to expect when they went out in public together. Tension had been a little high at home recently, nothing too out of the ordinary, but Alvina got the impression that Hudson was feeling a little...confined. So here they are. Out for a night on the town in a Cenril bar. Thank goodness it wasn't the fanciest place or Alvina might have worried about collateral damage in the event of a werewolf spasm. She had yet to see any so called Werewolf-ness on Hudson's part besides the moodiness and the exhaustion. She'd almost swear he was more of a woman than a werewolf but...every great power has it's price and the price for Lycanthropy seemed to be oddly close to the feminine cycles. Oh well. She'd give him Chocolate but...again she had to wonder how it would react to his condition. Wasn't Chocolate poison to dogs? These are her thoughts as they walk in and find a table close to the window. She sits with her back to the soft moon light and goes about looking through a slightly moist menu while she waits for Hudson to decide on his order. The whole bar was dark, it was hard to see. Was it crowded? Impossible to tell. "Thanks for agreeing to come with me," she said, chipper and hopeful that this 'date' would end well.

Hudson had of course wanted to go out but then once the suggestion began being executed had grown increasingly weird about it, especially as they roamed around Cenril. No explanation. Just a coiled caginess in his person lending itself to many looks over his shoulder on their way and a silence that manages to be awkward even though they've dated for ages. He seems to return to his usual self once they're inside the bar and he's had a look around at the people already drinking here. "I can feel the presence of the guy who, you know," he says, dropping the subject in time to look up at the waitress who's approached. Oh... no. No no no no no. Her face says as much, too. At least Huds can keep the dismay out of his face, this woman could stand to improve her poker face, his girl's going to notice. "Yoooo. Amber ale," says Huds, manufacturing a cheerful tone. To avoid eye contact with this strange girl he's definitely slept with (and whose name he doesn't know), he pretends to be engrossed in Alvina's decision making process with the drink menu. "What do you want, babe?"

Alvina doesn't notice the strange look Hudson is giving this girl. Doesn't he look at all women in a strange fashion? Or...he had been since they'd been talking to each other again. What the...? Alvina gives the woman a sharp once over and her left eye twitches at Hudson while her lips hold a steady frown. His poker face isn't exactly winning any awards either. Lovely. "I was thinking about this one..." Her finger trails over a cocktail described as candy incarnate. While Hudson looks at the menu, the bard will shot the nice waitress a friendly but passive aggressively threatening smile before resuming her normal expression of interest. Once the waitress is out of range, Alvina casually picks up the subject of Hudson's turning. "Who was the guy anyway? Did he want anything from you? Did he even apologize?" Alvina now realizes that Hudson has said absolutely nothing about whatever guy attacked him and started this 'heart warming' chain of events between them. The low light makes it hard to read his reaction to her question.

Hudson for the record believes his poker face to be the stuff of champions. He likewise believes his uncharacteristic level of boyfriendly interest in Alvina's drink order is totally convincing. The waitress returns Alvina's smile with one of her own, etched out across her features in shades of boredom, as if she couldn't be arsed to wait on them. "Coming right up," she says, flatly, and turns, leaving them alone. Thank the gods, thinks Huds, Alvina totally didn't notice. "Uh, he's a maniac," he says to her. And then suddenly he regrets raising the subject altogether, and hesitates in answering the rest. "I dunno what he wants. He just rants and says insane things, or at least he did when I saw him." Better to go with that than the truth, which would concern her. "You shouldn't go poking around on this issue, you know that right babe?"

Alvina gave a very convincing answer while she pried for more. "Are you kidding? I wouldn't dream of it. I just didn't know if I've heard of him before or not...and I didn't know if Cenril was doing anything about it. Did you ever report it to the Guard? There really shouldn't be some maniac running around turning people into werewolves left and right..." She waves her hand nonchalantly but is hoping to find out the character's name, insane or otherwise. "I'm kind of a pro at handling crazy guys anyway so," This was mostly a joke at Hudson's expense. "Nothing to worry about." She winks, and gives him a broad smile while the waitress is likely spitting in her cocktail. Impossible to tell, women were the worst. "I think I read in one of those books that in order to be cured you just have to kill the guy that turned you...but I don't think that's entirely fact. Not that you -have- to look for a cure or anything." Let's make that point VERY clear. Alvina is completely okay with the Werewolf Huds.

Hudson runs his palm along the top of the table to clear some crumbs off the table, and in so doing he shoots Alvina a warning look. "Easy. I'm not crazy," he tells her. "No I didn't report it. I don't want to report it. I'm handling it." Spoken decisively, in the manner that designates the topic as off limits for the time being. The waitress has come back, bringing with her an awkward silence around the table, and she serves them their drinks with a staid smile. She lingers a beat, as if unsure about something. "That's it, thanks," says Huds, trying to urge her on her way. She shakes her head. "I'm sorry," she exhales, "I usually don't get involved--" "Then don't," says Huds, interrupting her. There's a silence as they look at another. His tone had been harsh, and while he manages to hold off on saying anything further, the black look he shoots the girl says enough. "Forget it," she says tightly, turning into the sea of people behind her, and leaving a very awkward hole in her place.

Alvina watched the waitress approach and assumed the conversation trail turned cold because of her. The bard raps her fingers on the wooden table top, impatient for the woman to leave when she speaks. A six sense style chill runs the length of Alvina's spine as the electrical pulses in her brain race to catch up with what her gut has already sensed. They'd slept together?! That changed everything. Now Hudson had done his due diligence in informing Alvina that he'd been with other women while they were apart but actually running into one of them was another thing all together. Here is a list of things that are now true about this situation. True; Alvina's finally up to speed with the rest of the participants at the table and her expression of deep concentration should make this apparent. True; Alvina is in no way okay with this woman being anywhere NEAR Hudson at this particular time and makes that very clear by staring daggers at her while waitress struggles with indecision about something on the heels of Hudson's nasty retort. New truth; There is nothing that Hudson can now say or do that will quell whatever repulsive rage is building inside the petite bard's chest. Her optics are casting about a heavy heat of ill intent as her gaze shifts from the waitress to Hudson silently. Oh so silently.

Hudson should probably say something but is expending a tremendous amount of energy in not chasing after the waitress and getting in her face. Alvina, boiling with hate beside him, is not exactly a calming presence. Alvina. Yes. Alvina. Why is she mad (they were on a break!). He should say something. BUT SERIOUSLY he's the one with the werewolf rage problems and she looks about ready to take his head off. Hitting a block on containing his anger, he elbows the wall in a single strike, and in the process upends the salt shaker, which loses its cap and spills a white line of salt between them. It does a little to alleviate things, at the very least it causes Hudson a mostly inconsequential amount of physical pain and so he becomes more aware of himself. After a series of curses for this minor inconvenience, Hudson glares at Alvina, as if it were her fault. "I don't know what her problem is," he says.

Desparrow happened to be around, having recently got finished with several meetins with specific people over the last day and a half and the night was still young. He was stalking through the streets when an idle sniff brought his attention towards the bar in town. The lycan could feel it, that tug that one of his own was nearby, one that last time they met was more than a little rude to him which brought a smile to the man's lips. The bar had suffered a window break last night: A man thrown through it by Des own hands when he tried to stab the alpha. A foolish move and costly for the owner but none of that mattered when he took up to stand right next to the door and just simply wait.. at least for a little while.

Alvina holds her glare even as Hudson elbows the wall. There goes his temper again, she thinks, cooling down. They didn't have the luxury of both being hot heads. Instead of releasing her pent up frustrations at him full blast, she huffs loudly and watches the grains of salt shift on the wobbly table top. She made little wagers with herself which grain would be the first to fall with the next slight breeze or the next time the weight shifted the legs below. There were too many to count on, too many to put a face or a name to. Holding in her own anger was almost as infuriating as watch Hudson expel his. Why did he have the luxury of being the brooding male stereotype? "We should go." Her voice was stale and brittle, clinging to the idea that maybe some fresh air would do the pair good. This didn't have to be another fight. This could turn into exactly was it was supposed to be; a night out to drink and let off a little steam. Alvina pushed herself up right and started toward the door without waiting for Hudson to reply. Once she was out in the dark, her hair stood on end without warning. All she could see were two brilliant azure eyes.

Hudson grunts and reaches for his beer. He kills a good part of it before responding to Alvina. "Yep," he agrees, digging into his pocket for change for the tab. He waits for her to get on her coat before heading for the door after her, his senses not registering Desparrow, not when he'd already registered the guy earlier and he's too distracted by this failed date to do a mental refresh. They get outside, and all semblance of manual mental processing is disregarded. Acting on instinct alone, Hudson lunges to grab Desparrow by the collar in an effort to push the other guy up against the outside of the bar. "Stay away," he growls in the other guy's face. It sounds like him in part because it's his voice but it also doesn't, not really. He doesn't hold Desparrow for long but releases him to stand between him and Alvina. "It wasn't a request."

Desparrow waited patiently for his quarry to present itself before him. The moment however took him by surprise when he is grabbed and slammed against the outer wall of the bar though Hudson would find only a malicious grin on Des' features and a spark of fury in his azure hues. He hadn't bothered to approach Alvina the moment she came out, even though it was before Hudson, no instead he had his target. The moment he was released the Alpha fixed his collar, "You know.. There is a reason we wolves have packs, and why the packs have Alphas." his left eye burst into violet eldritch fire, the flame pouring out of the eye socket and harmlessly lapping at his brow. His right hand shot out but in its palm was a concentrated amount of magic which was expelled as a burst of kinetic energy that simulated a sledgehammer being swung and would be delivered with equal force to Hudson's gut. "We are strong. The strong lead. I am strong." his grin widened, the look in his normal eye wild.

Alvina had been searching around for a response to whatever was in her path when Hudson cut a path between the two. "Hudson," she'd muttered under her breath at some point during the confrontation, confused and taken aback but the outlast of violence against this stranger. Or, stranger still, someone Hudson knew? The man didn't speak to Alvina and the bard didn't have much to say to him either until orchid flames start rolling out around the man's eye? Is this even real life? "Hudson!" She shouts, urgent and afraid, clinging to his shirt sleeve with her fleshed arm before looking back at Desparrow. "Stop that!" She yells at the Alpha, not that she could back up her command.

Hudson bares his teeth at Desparrow, squaring his shoulders. "You're not getting it," he says to Desparrow in a low voice that previews another loss of control on his part. Further impetuous behavior is stalled, because Hudson takes a punch to the gut. He emits a cartoonish "oof" sound, his body doubling over briefly. It takes him a second to recover, and when he does, he's tensing like a spring, ready to hit back. There's a weight on his arm and he tries to shake it off, he doesn't want it there, he just wants to clock this joker in the face and have it out right here, right now. The weight's making protesting noises. It's Alvina. The stakes suddenly in relief. He trembles with restraint, locking eyes with Desparrow for what seems like an eternity before turning away, grabbing Alvina roughly by the wrist to pull her after him. No need for an explanation, they're out of here. A crowd has gathered, making further confrontation impractical, or likely to attract law enforcement and worse retribution. Huds hails the first carriage he sees. Get in, his face says.

Desparrow waited until Hudson and Alvina were no longer looking his way before cloaking himself in shadow and vanishing, leaping onto the rooftop and making a dash out of the area before too many could lay eyes upon his face. It was funny, apparently this woman was something Hudson cared for and that would certainly come in handy. He would remember how she looked, how she smelled and eventually he would seek to meet her on his own terms, not just some chance fling in passing. No.. Hudson would see more of Des, for certain.

Alvina gave Des another strong look before Hudson pulled her away. All the while she was numbly complaining, tugging against him with mounting futility until they were in the carriage. Not a single word was uttered until they arrived home and even then Hudson was not about to discuss whatever had just happened.