<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Blue ate without complaint, and Eivind was thankful for that at least. It gave them some bit of peace before what he was sure was going to be a loud night, and the bar didn't disappoint in that regard. Blue had been there before, and that worked in their favor, considering Blue didn't have proof of age. One of the bartenders knew him well enough to vouch that he was legally allowed to be consuming alcohol, and gave the okay. The comment about not seeing Blue around made him hide his expression behind a heavy swallow of beer because he'd been gone long enough for even local bartender to notice his absence. That was far too long, Eivind was sure, and most of it hadn't been spent with him.<br/>
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Seamus' laugh brought him somewhat out of it, as if the man wasn't expecting to see Blue actually official with anyone. Of course, with his age, Eivind understood somewhat. He wasn't serious about anyone until finding his mate, and he imagined it was the same for Blue, at least to some extent anyway. Eivind didn't figure <i>as</i> serious, for a few reasons, but was happy with their feelings for one another regardless. Seamus told the other bartender to take care of them, before leaving. Blue sat between the two wolves, before ordering his first drink and leaning into Eivind.<br/>
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“Of course. Whatever you'd like,” Eivind said, easy going at least in the areas where Blue was concerned. He hoped the young man got what he needed. It wasn't his place to chide Blue on his coping habits, at least not while they weren't trying to survive out in the wilderness. It was safer there, no wolves around. Blue could let down his guard, and Eivind would keep an eye on him as he always would. Blue directed his question at Sig, and the smaller wolf shrugged.<br/>
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“I imagine he'll find me,” he said, and Sig ordered a shot, along with a rum and coke. Likely, he was trying to get ahead of their high tolerance of alcohol. Eivind hoped Blue didn't try to compete, especially given his low tolerance to the wine the night before. Eivind wouldn't be surprised if the tiny wolf could drink him under the table. Of course, they wouldn't find out that night because Eivind would be responsible. They were mostly finished with their first drink when a quiet man came up behind them, sitting beside the smaller wolf. Sig was chattering away, and while Eivind noticed the man, it didn't seem that the other wolf did. Initially Eivind thought it was just someone who'd come up to grab a drink, at least until he spoke. <br/>
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“Telling more tales of your sexual conquests? What did you tell them about me?” the man spoke, and Sig jumped, turned, and smiled before reaching right for the man's upper thigh.<br/>
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“I left them guessing. All the sordid stories I tell, names are kept anonymous. Now, if you give yourself away, it can't be helped,” Sig teased, and the man only smiled. Sig leaned back so the other two seated on the other side of him could get a better look at the man.<br/>
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“Guys, this is Daniel,” Sig introduced, then did the same for Blue and Eivind. “You've both actually met him before. He was the triage nurse that saw Blue initially. You were out of it, Blue, and Eivind was fretting so bad neither of you probably remember.”<br/>
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“Ahh,” Eivind said. He could hardly recall any faces from his time at the hospital, and that was obvious. Sig on the other hand had made the best of his time, apparently.<br/>
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“How are you healing up?” Daniel asked, looking to Blue.<br/>
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“I remember you saying it was a hunting accident. What were you actually going after? I hunt myself, and in all my years, I'd never seen a bite pattern anything like that,” Daniel said, obviously more curious now that he wasn't worrying over his patient.<br/>
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“We.. were hunting moose. Got too close to a wolf den.” Eivind lied, not looking at the fellow, hoping he would drop it and not argue with him.<br/>
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“Holy shit,” he said, shaking his head, but he seemed to accept what Eivind was saying. Instead, he directed his questions to a common interest. “What do you use to hunt moose with?”<br/>
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<i>Tooth and claw</i>.. at least when it came to one threatening Blue.<br/>
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“A Springfield M1A,” Eivind said. It was the rifle he had in his cabin. He just didn't remember the last time he'd used it.<br/>
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“<i>Oh,</i>” Daniel said, interest peaking.<br/>
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Sig smiled, giving Blue a pat.<br/>
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“Well you boys can sit and talk about who has the bigger guns. Since Daniel here isn't going to humor me, I'm going to steal Blue away tonight,” he said, and Eivind gave him a skeptical look.<br/>
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“What, stuffy grump is going to leave the bar,” Sig pointed to the dance floor, “to keep his boyfriend entertained?”<br/>
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Eivind said nothing. Sig knew full well he wasn't interested. Strangers were crowding it, and it was loud. Too close to the speakers for Eivind's sensibilities.<br/>
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“I didn't think so.”<br/>
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Daniel didn't seem bothered.<br/>
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“Go have fun,” he said instead, and Eivind really couldn't say anything against it. At least if he was dancing with Sig, others would be more inclined to leave Blue alone. Once Sig had pulled Blue from the stool, ever friendly, but less overbearing than Sig, Daniel closed the distance between himself and Eivind.<br/>
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“It'll be good for your wolf to make some friends,” Sig whispered to Blue, cackling as he saw the line of discomfort along Eivind's back. Daniel was easy though, and the irritation quickly faded as he said something that clearly had Eivind a little interested himself.<br/>
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