Josef genuinely thought he was crazy when he even heard Dante's voice. Looking over at where the ruckus was coming from, he now thought he was also hallucinating. It didn't seem possible that the bar he semi-frequented, the one he was in right now, was also where Dante was. Despite the dirty look he received, it just seemed stupid to not take advantage of this moment the universe had clearly forced them into. It was all fate that they met again and now they would become mates again and they would be happy. Josef decided all of this as he made his way over to the table Dante was sitting at and plopped down opposite him.<br/><br/>"How much have you had to drink?" Josef gave him a concerned look. It took more to get a werewolf drunk than it did a human and this was not a state he would describe as 'a pleasant buzz.' Josef glared at the bottle in his hand, hoping maybe he could will Dante to set it down with his mind. He knew he could easily grab it off him, he was strong enough to but he didn't want to cause a scene in here. It wasn't like he was going to be able to skip town to live in the middle of the woods with his perfect mate any time soon, after all.<br/><br/>"You shouldn't be riding anywhere like this, let me take you back to my place." Hopefully, Dante would just follow his omega instincts and obey him as an alpha. Chances were, things wouldn't be going his way though. Nothing had gone his way today. He could still feel the sting of the air against the wounds he hadn't been able to cover up. All the bandaids and bandages were soaked through with blood too. Needless to say, he wasn't the best medic but he was pretty sure he wouldn't die from his wounds.