The music was getting louder as more people began filing in and flooding the dance floor. Blue focused on Sig's friend, quietly nodding his approval after they had been properly introduced. He was cute, definitely someone Blue would have been interested in if not for his relationship with Eivind. Daniel's beard certainly made Blue miss the scruff on his wolf's face, but it would grow back soon enough. He was reminded of how young he looked sitting among the three men, his chin smooth and his skin creamy and unblemished. Although he knew he would be constantly reminded of his relative youth until he aged a few more years, Blue found he didn't mind the differences so much, at least not right at that moment. He could only just remember Daniel from the hospital, how he had helped him and the information he had given him. Sig was right, though; Blue had been mostly out of it due to the pain and exhaustion, and his memories only showed Daniel as a talking, moving impressionist painting,<i>there</i>, with shape, but difficult to fully grasp.<br/><br/>He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly when Daniel addressed him, but the smile on his face belied his joy at how his own body was progressing. "The medication helps quite a bit," Blue replied, taking a sip of his drink, happy this unfamiliar bartender hadn't tainted it with too much grenadine, as rookies were prone to doing. "Some pain meds and breathing right seems to have kept the fluid from building back up. A week or two and I should be just fine."<br/><br/>Blue was relieved when Eivind took up the conversation when Daniel began asking questions about his scars. Daniel seemed shocked to learn that Blue had been savaged by a "wolf," but he was more interested in talking about guns with Eivind. Blue smirked and wrapped his lips around his straw once more, happy to let the two talk across him about things he had absolutely no interest in. Blue would've been satisfied with discussion centering around anything other than his injuries; hunting, guns, his damned sex life if Daniel was curious enough. Blue certainly wasn't shy in that regard.<br/><br/>Sig patted him, teased Eivind for his grouchy demeanor, and pulled Blue out onto the dance floor. Blue clutched at his glass and looked back at his wolf as Sig whispered to him. "He can be a bit tetchy sometimes," Blue muttered, worry gracing his face as he watched his lover's back tense at Daniel's approach. "Maybe he'll like him," he mused, seeing Daniel lean close and Eivind's shoulders drop, but only slightly. Eivind was a good wolf, he wasn't going to attack anyone out of the blue or get into trouble. Sig was right, it would be good for Eivind to enjoy someone else's company other than Blue's, though the young male also didn't mind so much that Eivind only wanted to spend time with him. They had been inseparable since they had met, out of necessity, at first, but then simply because they wanted to be around one another. Blue placed his arm around Sig as the small wolf led him out to the center of the dance floor, still stealing a few glances back at his mate as he sat hunched over the bar.<br/><br/>"You're right, this is good." Blue nodded; Sig hadn't steered the males wrong yet. He tilted his ear up to the ceiling to try to listen to the song playing, and even though it was loud and thumping he could barely make out the lyrics. It didn't matter. It was something to dance to, with a mixture of pop-techno beats that easily allowed any body to adjust and find the rhythm. It wasn't something Blue would listen to on his own, but it was perfect for the here and now, and he allowed his gaze to fall away from the wolf at the bar and focus on the smaller wolf in front of him instead.<br/><br/>"Thanks for dragging us out, Sig." Blue grinned, pulling Sig close, but not so close as to alarm Eivind. Tension drained from his limbs and splattered out onto the floor, discarded and unwanted. His hips began rocking and his body swayed to the hypnotic beat, moving in tandem with Sig's as the lights went low and the strobes flashed above the rainbow-lit dance floor. One song phased into another, and then another, but Blue and Sig stayed out on the dance floor, bodies moving sensuously and sweat beginning drip from their pores as more people crowded around them. Blue had gone back to the bar a few times to refill his drink, always making sure to give his wolf a kiss before dashing back out to join Sig again.<br/><br/>About four drinks and even more songs in, Blue felt a hand behind him, and a loud, barking voice boomed into his ear, cutting through the pulsing music to assault his straining eardrum.<br/><br/>"Fucking Blue," the voice laughed, twisting Blue around roughly so the young male gasped as his drink sloshed over the edge of the glass and spilled around his hand.<br/><br/>"What the fuck?" Blue snapped, more focused on his wet and sticky hand than the one who had grabbed at him, but it was only a few angry seconds before Blue lifted his head, and his heart sank in his chest.<br/><br/>"Hey, Vincent," Blue mumbled, his gray eyes staring up at the imposing figure standing in front of him, grinning and still clutching at his thin arm.<br/><br/><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fimage.ibb.co%2Fb5a4rv%2Fvincent.jpg&amp;hash=fcec694b31a055c2b68971b4a79a35a3" href="https://image.ibb.co/b5a4rv/vincent.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Vincent's</a>aggressive smirk could be seen even under his thick, blonde beard. He continued squeezing Blue's bicep. "I haven't seen you around here in a while, sweetheart. Where have you been? I've missed you."<br/><br/>Blue's mouth had gone dry. It had been over two years since he had last seen Vincent, although the way the older male spoke it seemed as if perhaps<i>he</i>had seen Blue. The last day Blue had been in Vincent's company, Blue was breaking up with him, ending their relationship because he had discovered Vincent cheating on him for the third time with some piece of ass whose name Vincent couldn't even remember. It hadn't just been the cheating, though. It had been the grabbing, the shoving, the forceful way Vincent came onto Blue whenever he wanted to fuck. It had been the way Vincent assumed Blue liked more than just being choked, though the young man had never once insinuated he enjoyed being roughed up any more than that.<br/><br/>Vincent had been charming, at first, in an arrogant kind of way that perhaps Blue should have been smarter to avoid, but before Eivind his taste in men had been objectively sub-par. Vincent was the kind of man who could easily sweep anyone off their feet with the promise of adoration, rebellion, and fun, and perhaps Blue had been looking for a way to smash out of the closet instead of just quietly exiting, and Vincent had promised him a road filled with excitement. But Vincent's version of excitement wasn't something Blue particularly liked, and seeing his ex-boyfriend now only caused old, dirty memories to assault Blue; precisely the thing he had been trying to avoid tonight.<br/><br/>"Who's the little guy you've been hanging over all night?" Vincent asked gruffly, sparing a glace at Sig.<br/><br/>"My friend," Blue replied bluntly, glaring.<br/><br/>"Hm. Well, how about you and I dance, instead? Get ourselves reacquainted."<br/><br/>"I'm not interested," Blue hissed, snatching his arm away. He started to turn back toward Sig to suggest they move, but Vincent was tugging him back again, pulling him close.<br/><br/>"Hey, don't be rude," Vincent purred, though a hint of malice could be detected underneath the sensual hum of his voice. "I said I missed you. I just want to catch up."