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Mateo decides to head to Asylum, wanting to blow off steam after the loss of so many of his pack and figures the club would be the best place for some release. Maybe he would find someone to talk to, or even better, someone who he could get in a scrap with though that was the last of his intentions when he really thought about it.
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Dog wandered into the Asylum. It had already been a long night.
It never ceased to amaze him that the Embrace just didn't change some things. When Chewtoy asked him to come over, he thought they had a job. Hound shit.
Oh, no.
Instead it was this fucking sob story, that --even if he had cared-- he could barely understand because she was crying. Some silly shit about the Prince, or Sheriff, or who the fuck knew. That no one cared. Apparently she equated fucking with caring. Which was just stupid.
He didn't care.
Wandering in, he made his way to the back, and sat in his favorite booth.
Which was funny, because it just highlighted the fact that fucking didn't mean you cared - and caring didn't mean you were fucking.
Dog wasn't a rocket scientist by a long stretch, but even he knew that.
Marius walked into the Asylum, and was feeling great. He had just eaten his meal for the night, and the entity which was wreaking havoc on the city finally had a name and a face.
He had also been confirmed in his believe, that there were humans with extraordinary abilities, specifically West and the Ankh girl. Another tasty bit of information he couldn't wait to get his fangs into - so to speak. The entire experience in the room had been rather strange though, and left him with more questions than answers.
For now he needed to clear his mind though, get things sorted, and have some fun. Scanning the room he didn't recognize anyone, except maybe for someone sitting in a booth looking a lot like Dog.
Either way he didn't care. He headed for the bar to get a drink, thinking about how strangely fitting the name Dog was for this kindred, and smiling at his own meandering train of thoughts.
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Mateo is making his way away from the bar, after just slamming a tumbler of whiskey, the alcohol barely having any effect whatsoever on his Uratha metabolism. It didn't make a difference, because he really wassn't paying attention to where he was walking, momentarily cought in a flashback of a memory from the pack. He bumps into Marius hard, nearly knocking the man over.
"Sorry man, my bad, wasn't watching where I was going, been a really fucked up week."
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Dog looked up as he felt the Predator walk in. He had seen him around, but didn't know him, other than he got put on the Prince's council, whatever the hell they were called.
He watched as another man bumped into him, and stirred slightly, watching closely.
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Mateo stopped for a second, catching the eye of a scruffy looking guy in the back. Looked like one of the people from what he could see, but looks didn't mean shit nowadays, Uratha could be clean cut or scraggly. The guy in the back just looked like what someone would expect. So Mateo locked eyes with him, a dominance challenge, like he would any other of the People on first meeting, hopefully the guy would take the bait, or failing that, he'd atleast have someone to talk to.
Luckily Marius was quick on his feet, and managed to pivot the energy from the mans broad shoulders.
"Don't sweat it." He answered calmly, even though the man exerted an air of power.
"I was just about to get a drink, and I'm guessing you could use one as well then."
Marius noticed the man fixing his gaze on Dog. It felt like he was challenging him, and that wasn't a good idea. With a light and quick step Marius moved directly in his line of sight, locking his iridescent eyes on him.
"What do you say?"
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"Yeah, sounds like a plan. Whats your poison?"
Mateo said, tearing his gaze away from Dog, he looked at Marius with a smile.
"Personally I'm a whiskey man, myself."
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