Round Two | action, Quad

[werepanther]

[It's late at night - close to curfew - and Tom's sitting on the grass in the Quad. Beer bottle in hand, he counts the stars before chugging down another sip or two. There's actually a lot of things wrong with this picture: for one thing? Tom's still on alcoholic probation. As in, he's not supposed to touch the stuff.

Yet he did. And he's currently on his second bottle. Crap.

Tom's not really one for talking - especially when he's in werekitty form - so he won't notice people right away. Still, it's a little hard to miss a 6' tall werepanther casually chugging beer like there's no tomorrow. He looks up at the sky again, double-checks the number of stars, and then... takes another sip.

So much for upholding his promises.]

Comments

[werepanther]

Enjoying the stars. They're kinda nice tonight. ... You're welcome to sit with me if you'd like.

[deundeaded.livejournal.com]

Yes, of course. [] The day has felt long indeed - it's nice to sit and relax outdoors.

[werepanther]

Exactly. It's... also kind of been a long week. [he pauses for a moment] But I don't think we've met, have we?

Instructor Tom Bronson. [holds out a paw] I teach Boxing here.

[deundeaded.livejournal.com]

[]

Then you would be my colleague. I am Frimelda Lotice, instructor for Introduction to Weapons Training and Survival Skills.

[werepanther]

[He stares at the bow blankly, not really sure what to say to it] Gotcha.

It's nice to meet you, Frimelda--you don't mind me calling you by your first name, right?

[deundeaded.livejournal.com]

Not at all. You're welcome to call me by whatever name you wish.

[werepanther]

Gotcha. [he's silent for a moment, trying to think of something to say...] Your Cadets haven't given you much trouble this Quarter, have they?