[When Lara first puts her hand over his drink, he stares at her, frowning in confusion. What, what did he miss?
And then, out the corner of his eyes, he spots someone further down, slipping something into the other drinks.]
Shit...
[He's fairly confident in his immunity to drugs, courtesy of being a werewolf, but... There's just something about knowing your drink's been spiked that makes you lose your will to drink it.]
Avelle
And then, out the corner of his eyes, he spots someone further down, slipping something into the other drinks.]
Shit...
[He's fairly confident in his immunity to drugs, courtesy of being a werewolf, but... There's just something about knowing your drink's been spiked that makes you lose your will to drink it.]
When it rains, it has to pour, doesn't it?