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The wolf shifter was buzzed by the time his friends had picked out someone they thought would outright refuse the charming young man. A human that sat in a booth by himself in the back of the pub, a regular like the young group at the table now, but rarely had they seen him interact much with people other than the bartender.

“Get him to at least talk to you for five minutes and you get ten… the full number and the talk I'll give you a fifty instead of a twenty.” A large orcish male said as he threw back his head to chug his large mug of beer.

“You’re on Wo'rug!” Oliver grinned as he polished off his own smaller mug of beer before getting up from the table and heading towards the lone human, a slight sway in his slim hips as he moved, only caused by the alcohol a little.
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HannaBelle was shrugging out of her uniform late in the evening along with others from her shift. “You sure you don’t want to come with us for drinks?” A plump blond asked the ginger haired girl. Looking into the others dark blue eyes, freckled cheeks and plump tempting lips almost had HannaBelle saying yes… yes so hard… but she shook her head no.

“I don’t drink alcohol, plus you know what crowds do to me.” Her hand tightened reflexively at the thought of the last big event she had to go to that was so overly flowing with people she’d made a few things go pop… when they were not supposed to go pop. She barely managed on buses and the trains.

Plump lips pouted and the blond shrugged. “Alright… you have my number if you change your mind?” Long lashes batted as the other witch grabbed her bag and proceed to leave… and yes HannaBelle had the other’s number… but she would never use it...Shrugging her own shoulder the redhead witch pulled on her street clothes again and plugged some earbuds into her heads as she shouldered her bag and dashed out as the factory shut down for the night, wincing she saw it was later than she thought… her parents would be worried… they’d been worried about her being you so late for a while now…

Her human, non magical in any way, parents…. It always rubbed her a bit oddly that she had been born to folks with not a drop of magic in them...heck they had not even known that Granny Tamick had been a witch...no one on the block had a clue till she showed up after HannaBelle had inflated the family dog after it had been barking at the small girl nonstop.

The redhead thought nothing of the fog as she walked down the dark streets, the melodic and sometimes screamed lyrics of the Black Veil Brides filled her ears as she went deeper into the fog, not yet noticing the other figure in the fog with her. When the fog got thick the young witch sighed and lifted a hand from her pocket, a soft blue light encompassing her hand as she created a ball of light that seemed to push the fog away from her, that would work…
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“This your first time here?” Oliver asked with a charming smile when he approached the human male. The shifter knew it wasn't the others first time but since he didn't know anything about the other it was a safe thing to ask. The piercings in his ears glitter in the light that bounced around the pub.

There was a air of confidence around the dark haired shifter, a little cockyness but nothing overly offencive. HIs green eyes where like emeralds with how deeply they shone in the light, it was almost hypnotising to watch flecks of amber move in and out of his green eyes.