03.2023 | WELCOME BACK! Hello friends old and new! I'm so excited to welcome you all back to SITW! I've made some changes to the plot and added the ability to play supernatural charcaters! So come and check it out! I can't wait to jump back into this little town with all of you!
A strange history surrounds the town, it is a place where mysterious and supernatural things have been known to happen. The reputation of the town reguarly draws in visitors and newcomers alike. While some residents avidly believe in the supernatural, others are far more skeptical. What do you believe?
It was a rare occasion that found Ferris home in his apartment. When he was working, he was at the fire station. Even sometimes when he wasn't on duty he was there. But this evening, as rain tapped against the windows, setting a dreary atmosphere outside, he was doing his best to set one inside as well. His flat ion the Arbor Apartments was one of the smaller single bedroom units. It was cozy enough, with a comfortable and well used grey fabric L shaped sofa that had collected one of his flannel jackets on top, a wood grain coffee table and tv stand both with some empty tumblers, a kitchen stocked with more coffee and whisky than real food, a surprising amount of living plants (aka, two) on the window sill, and a small four person table short one chair and covered in newspaper, old mail and older cigarette butts. Besides the table, most of the place was tidy for a lonely bachelor with no one to impress.
In the corner sat an empty guitar stand, a navy-blue electric guitar, an amp and the missing dining table chair, Ferris leaning back against it. He had a pale wood acoustic guitar in his lap, strumming soft sad chords to match the rain. He wasn't particularly motivated to play anything. Some of that was due to the half empty bottle of scotch next to him on the corner of the tv stand. Some of that was more due to his mental state. He'd been on an off his medication for a while, nothing really seeming to work as well as keeping himself busy. But after last week, he reckoned he was due for a little alone time.
He attempted a few other chords, winced a little, and then tuned a few of the strings to better match what he wanted. Chords struck again and he started the opening lick of Soundgarden's "Black Hole Sun" slowly.
It had been about a week since the encounter with the bear, and Darcy had been dealing with the repercussions. The pack elders were furious that she revealed herself to a human, especially one that they hadn’t vetted prior to the incident. And while one might think they were angry over the reveal due to more people becoming aware of werewolves, that was not the case. They were angry because she’s the Alpha and she needs to be more cautious of her own safety. Of course that simply made Darcy roll her eyes. She just gave her assurances that she would keep a close watch on Ferris and would take better care of herself.
Darcy had been able to remove the staples in her leg that morning, she would still have a scar, just not what one might expect after surviving a bear attack; thanks to her body’s speedier recovery times. She didn’t even limp while walking anymore, which definitely helped to her advantage while at home. Darcy imagined the idea of her being ‘injured’ might cause some of the more rebellious wolves to try and challenge her, but surprisingly they seemed to actually respect her more for having faced off with a bear. Apparently that was ‘wickedly cool’. She simply rolled her eyes.
Pack politics aside, Darcy had decided it was time for her to check in with Ferris. And while sure, she could just send a text or call; she decided to spend the dreary day out looking for him. Part of her thought for sure he’d be at the fire station, but she was wrong. So, under the protection of her umbrella, Darcy set to walking through the town relying upon her heightened sense of smell. It wasn’t as easy as one might think, namely due to the rain. But her wolf nature committed his scent to memory. So while the rain slowed her down, she was determined to check on him.
She only detoured twice into shops, once for a place to wait out a rather heavy bout of rain, and once in the local bakery to enjoy a small coffee and a savory danish that had some form of Gouda cheese filling. Despite her best efforts, rain always seemed to leave a werewolf smelling faintly of ‘wet dog’, even in human form. So Darcy didn’t linger long at the bakery before setting back out on her mission with her umbrella and a cinnamon roll the girl behind the counter insisted was a great pick-me-up for this dreary weather.
After picking back up on his scent, Darcy found herself at the Arbor Apartments. She managed to just follow his scent as it grew stronger the closer she got, until she was standing outside the door of an apartment where she could hear the strumming of a guitar. Something about hearing him strumming away at a guitar made her smile and feel a slight sense of relief, at least he seemed to be doing something ‘normal’. She waited for the song to come to a close before knocking on the door. Darcy stood waiting, wearing a white tank top, dark burgundy cardigan, form fitting light wash jeans and some ridiculously hand painted rain boots. Umbrella in one hand, bakery paper bag in the other.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Nov 19, 2023 14:58:25 GMT
Ferris looked up at an unexpected knock on his apartment door. He cast about for the nearest clock, which happened to be on the cable box under the tv. Seeing it was almost 6pm didn't clue him in to any pending guests or appointments, so he was tempted to simply leave whoever it was standing there. Probably some door-to-door salesperson or boy scout who shouldn't be soliciting in the apartment building. But from experience around town, he knew that wasn't usually the case.
Slowly, he nudged his glass to more securely sit on the tv stand, pocketed his guitar pick, and set the acoustic on the couch for the moment. He looked himself up and down, ran a hand through his hair (which always seemed to be a bit of a mess no matter what) and tugged at his wrinkled shirt a bit vainly but then gave up and moved to the door. He was decidedly too drunk to bother with the peep hole. He almost never bothered with any of the locks. Sweetwater was safe enough and if someone did enter his home unwelcomed, then they would have to deal with him. He turned the handle and swung the door in, only getting about halfway before he realized who it was.
The werewolf looked even more 'girl next door' than he remembered. Ferris gave her a quick once over, from her mix of comfortable and form fitting outlift to the umbrella and the bag in her hands. She stood a lot more confidently, which from what he had seen the day of the bear attack, probably meant she had healed already. Meanwhile, while the gash on his arm had healed closed, it was still a bit tender, and he had a large band aid over the worst of it to keep it protected. He otherwise looked just as tired and down as he felt and smelled painfully of alcohol and cigarette smoke.
He stood there silent for a moment, weighing back and forth whether he thought she was here to make her 'joke' threat a reality or actually wanted to make sure he was okay. Neither side won before he figured he should probably employ some manners and something else occurred to him. "Hey, Darcy..." this almost sounded resigned. "How did you know where I live?"
Okay, so maybe she hadn’t fully thought out exactly what to say and she probably should have texted him before just dropping by, but here she was. Mostly just feeling the need to touch base and check on him, afterall; she dropped a major bombshell on the man and she wanted to be available if he was ready to talk. Again, probably should have called. “Oh, well I tried looking you up but there was a lot of information not listed, like your address so I just sort of, well… ” She trailed of slightly, a bit embarrassed to share her actual method for finding him.
“I followed my nose, heightened sense of smell and all that jazz.” Darcy found herself shrugging, the scent of alcohol almost immediately making her desire for a drink rise. She gave an awkward shrug and looked down for a moment as she cleared her throat. “I just… thought I’d check on you. I stopped by the station and was told you were home today, also; your guys were great about not giving away your personal information. Though one volunteer seemed to think you needed a ‘female visitor’.” She couldn’t help but chuckle as she shared the little tale and then held up the bakery bag.
“The bakery up the street said that these cinnamon rolls are a fan favorite in town, so I brought you one…” It was clear her small talk needed work and she was feeling quite out of place, but at least her face conveyed genuine concern. She looked past him at the guitar on the couch and gave a slight shrug. “I should have stopped and picked up a tambourine, but I’d need practice before we tried to have a jam session.” Darcy shook her head slightly, curls bouncing lively at the motion as she cracked a smile, hoping to at least get some indication he wasn’t bothered by her just showing up unannounced.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Nov 20, 2023 21:11:19 GMT
While there was certainly some information out there, Ferris wasn't the social media sort, and hadn't been on anywhere for years, to the point that any information out there likely listed one of his old addresses. "You could have called. Or text me," he pointed out. His speech was certainly loose, but he wasn't so intoxicated to be "drunk."
Ferris stared at her uncomprehendingly and then let out a soft, "Oh." Of course, he wasn't about to forget she was a werewolf and all that jazz, but she was asking him to make common sense connections that he wasn't mentally prepared for. "I've never been stalked by my scent before." He hadn't the faintest idea where to start with that. It was terrifyingly intimate to him and yet clearly mundane to her, considering she'd followed him from work to home on a whim. At least, it seemed like a whim to him.
He appreciated his work family (with the exception of Cisco, as who else would be trying to hook him up with young women) hadn't turned him over to the wolves (figuratively and also literally). Ferris sighed, but while he wanted to make it clear he didn't need anyone's company or to be 'checked on', he knew it was a lie. And saying as much aloud would be rude. His gaze drifted to the paper bag in her hand at the mention of the cinnamon roll. He was hungry and he was certainly one of those fans. "Uh, thanks," he said, realizing he had just been standing there holding the door open. Ferris stepped back and gestured for her to come inside if she wanted.
"I don't imagine shaking a cinnamon roll is quite so musically effective as a tambourine," he agreed. He moved to the couch and picked up his guitar again, holding it for a moment, still wanting to play something only not sure what. But with company he pushed the urge aside and set it back on the stand near the window. He moved back to collect his glass and then paused. "You want a drink?" He offered. Because scotch paired well with cinnamon rolls, apparently.
“I mean… You’re not wrong. But I figured it would be much more difficult for you to avoid me if I actually showed up.” While there was a playfulness to her tone, she was also half certain Ferris was wishing he’d not opened the door at all. But then again, she was just projecting her own feelings of ‘ick’ at all of this. Darcy wasn’t good at these sort of things. She didn’t do small talk, she’d rather hurl than talk feelings and just the thought of being open or vulnerable made her want to run away and disappear forever. So mature.
It wasn’t until he said it, that Darcy realize just how creepy what she did was. And this was just another example of why she was terrible with humans. Things that were normal and second nature to a werewolf, sounded insane and stalker level crazy to a human. The heat the immediately rushed to her cheeks making her flush would have been adorable if she wasn’t so flustered and foul-mouthed. “Fuck man, I didn’t even think about how awful that would sound and about how now I’m wishing I could just pull your door shut and pretend I was never here.” If there was a god; they hated her. Darcy wanted nothing more than to just ‘yeet’ herself down a flight of stairs, or maybe fight another bear. Even that wasn’t as painful as this moment was painfully awkward.
At least he accepted the cinnamon roll, which would ah e been way less awkward if she wasn’t so bad at just being a human. No, she had to weird him out by being all “raised by wolves”. Quite literally. But thankfully, whether it due to him just being polite or just tired of having his door open; Ferris invited her inside. Darcy closed the umbrella, secured it shut and stepped inside looking around curiously. She couldn’t remember the last time she was in a man’s apartment. Which just made her realize how badly she just needed to get laid. Not that she’d have that conversation out loud, she didn’t need to further embarrass herself. How her pack would laugh at her if they could see this.
“Sadly I don’t think weird paper bag noises translate to music as well as metal symbols.” She gave a sigh and a shrug, though there was a playfulness in her eyes. She watched him handle the guitar for a moment before he set it on it’s stand and then she was offered a drink. There is a god! “I would love a drink actually, thanks.”
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Nov 21, 2023 21:16:03 GMT
The implication that he would avoid her if she hadn't backed him into a corner did not go unnoticed, but he chose to leave the comment hanging awkwardly between them, neither confirmed nor denied. Ferris couldn't help but smile a little at Darcy's intense blush. Even hidden behind those wild curls and the dark make-up, the embarrassment made her glow. He laughed a little as she stumbled through an awkward ramble. He wasn't entirely thrilled to have opened the door to anyone in that moment, but he had nothing against her. Especially with the gift of food. A call or text certainly couldn't provide that. Much like her shoving him when the bear attacked, he shrugged off the moment.
While he hadn't noticed it as she stood in the hallway, a distinct wet dog smell permeated the apartment as she passed him to step inside. Ferris barely managed to hold his tongue, quite a task in his current state, because making fun of how the woman smelled wasn't going to do him any favors. Werewolves were dogs too, after all. It did spark some higher intelligent thought but for now, the revelation was buried under a few fine layers of high-end booze.
Ferris poured himself another double shot worth and then simply handed her the slightly less than half empty bottle. "All yours. Have a seat," he said gesturing to the couch. From personal experience, he knew half a bottle was likely barely enough for her feel something. He'd only had three shots...or was it five?... However many, he should cut himself off. But it would be bad form to leave Darcy drinking alone.
He carried the bakery bag to the kitchen counter, breaking out doubled up paper plates and discovering there were two plastic forks in the bag. He held them up to Darcy and raised an eyebrow. "That bakery shop employee is trying to tell you something," he said. That was assuming Darcy hadn't been the one to ask for it. It seemed it wasn't just his coworkers who were trying to hook him up with someone. He pulled a butter knife from his utensil drawer and cut the large warm pastry more or less in half before carrying the two plates back to the coffee table.
"This a date, or did you have some official werewolf business to discuss with me?" The alcohol seemed only to amplify his blunt nature.
Darcy accepted the bottle and took a drink, at least when drinking any flushing could be attributed to the alcohol. She was thankful for that, setting down the umbrella near the door before she took a seat on the couch. Darcy didn’t mean to stare around his apartment, but she also felt very out of place and something else she couldn’t quite put her foot on. She took another drink, longer than the first, before raising a brow as she looked toward him in the kitchen holding up the forks.
“Oh god, either that or she’s suggesting it’s not meant for one person… but let’s be honest; no one could even jokingly call me fat.” She chuckled at herself, knowing damn well she could actually stand to put on a little weight. That’s what the weight training was for though. Because eating wouldn’t do it, thanks for her werewolf metabolism!
Darcy had been in the midst of taking another drink as he walked into the room with the plates, setting the bottle down on the coffee table to accept the halved pastry, when his question caught her off guard and she tried to swallow the drink and ended up choking a little. Which turned into a mixture of choking and coughing and made it all way more dramatic than it was. Darcy’s face red again as she realized exactly what the other feeling was now… she was nervous.
“S-sorry, went down the wrong tube.” She managed out at last as she shook her head, the movement making her curls bounce lively. Why was she nervous? It was just Ferris, and… holy shit. Darcy picked the bottle right back up and took a smaller drink this time as it dawned on her… she was attracted to him. Aside from Bex, she hadn’t really felt like this around anyone. And normally she didn’t feel like this about men, namely because they were trying to pick her up at a bar. Her cheeks were rather rosy now and she hoped he’d just chalk it up to her choking/coughing fit.
“If those are the only options I guess it’s a date… but mostly I just wanted to check on you. See how you’re healing and such.” She avoided meeting his gaze because she just knew her cheeks were all sort of rosy and she wanted to just melt into the couch at this point.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Nov 21, 2023 23:28:00 GMT
He watched his unexpected company look around his place. Conversationally he was a rather private person, but he didn't mind her or anyone else looking over his personal effects. Besides the guitars, he had a small movie and video game collection, mostly action and sports related. The far wall had some framed movie posters and a few pictures of his family on a shelf.
He shrugged, lifting his shirt up to show off his abs briefly. "I don't think anyone would jokingly call me fat either," he observed, dropping his shirt and digging in before he'd hardly sat down. Jokes aside, from the way Darcy and he talked, as cute as she was, their work relationship and the conversation on the hike seemed to put him firmly in friend territory. Which was pretty standard for him these days that he didn't think about it beyond allowing himself to find her mannerisms cute. Anything else was a step he didn't know how to take. Besides, after her revealing herself to him, he just figured she was here to guard her own interests.
Hearing her choke on the scotch made him stiffened in ingrained concern. He was great in an emergency, but sometimes even little things put him on edge. He paused shoving cinnamon roll in his mouth to make sure Darcy didn't end up seriously choking. Though, some of Ferris' concern was for the fact that she had wasted ten dollars' worth of scotch from spraying it over his coffee table. This time at least, he decided to say her the embarrassment from calling attention to the moment. In the name of saving more scotch.
"Been a while since I had one of those, but for the record, the cinnamon roll is a good touch," he said a bit more encouragingly. while he had taken to burying his stress with a few drinks, she didn't seem to have that luxury. "Arm's fine. But I don't need a therapist," he pointed out, narrowing his eyes at her. He couldn't decide if her 'checking on him' was an order from the elders she had mentioned or a more personal concern. He took a swallow from his glass and returned to the baked good in front of him. But he knew better than to leave off there and let her direct the conversation. "So...how accurate are Hollywood werewolves to the real thing?"
She didn’t mind one bit when he lifted up his shirt to reveal his abs, they were definitely impressive. Not that she’d expect anything less from the fire chief. Not to mention she saw how well he handled himself in at least one emergency. She fought off the ridiculous smirk that threatened to pull across her lips as she finished wiping the wasted scotch from her lips and shook her head a little as she used the fork to cut a bit of the cinnamon roll and enjoy it.
“It’s been a minute since I’ve been on a date with a man, but I do think these cinnamon rolls should be a staple for any dates moving forward. ” Darcy said with a smile. Her last date had been with Bex, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t like her. Which made her attraction to Ferris even more puzzling. She eyed him for a moment as he responded and she rolled her eyes. “Well good, because I suck at the discussing feelings or serious personal stuff, so I wouldn’t cut it as a therapist… so stop being an ass for a moment and just enjoy the pastry.” She took another bite from hers as she shrugged her shoulders.
And there it was. Finally a question that she didn’t mind answering or a topic she didn’t mind discussing. “Well, it depends on which ones you’re referring to. But for the most part, pretty similar.” Darcy took one last drink of the scotch, wincing slightly as it hit her throat, but having no issues with coughing or choking this time. “Pure silver hurts like a bitch and can kill us, like; I can’t even touch silver in human form without getting burned. We aren’t limited to changing only during a full moon, but we don’t have any choice but to turn during a full moon. We run in packs, and there’s an herb that can kill us if ingested.” While the elders would from upon her sharing weaknesses, she hoped it might help Ferris feel a little more on level ground with her.
“We have heightened senses of smell, hearing and eyesight, and are incredibly fast. But the eyesight and speed are only accessible in wolf form.” Darcy took another bite of the cinnamon roll and cracked a smile. “We’re always hungry, our metabolism works so fast we can’t ever eat enough to be fully satiated.”
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Nov 22, 2023 1:05:29 GMT
No feelings and no serious personal stuff sounded like a trap It was the sort of thing plenty of guys wanted to hear from a woman, the preposition to a no strings attached relationship that didn't end well. Not something he wanted to think about, but he was, letting this woman get to him just because she brought over a baked good. Ferris let out a soft laugh as she called him an ass, rolling her eyes at him like teenage girl. "Glad you noticed," he teased seriously.
The man thought for sure that her explanation would end with her first sentence. If he'd learned anything of his brief time with Darcy, he had learned she could talk. Sometimes a lot. But when it came to her other life, something he would have pegged as 'serious personal stuff,' she kept going. Opening with the whole silver thing no less. It felt a little awkward, but he gathered she had never had to explain what being a werewolf meant to someone who had no idea. He stopped eating and leaned back as she spoke in detail. Full moons, silver, heightened sense, healing, speed and strength. She made it sound like it was all pros and no cons. And then she got to the metabolism and being hungry.
"Explains the drinking," he said. He wondered if she ever managed to feel drunk or even buzzed like he was right now. "Don't envy starving." He would hate to always want more food. Not to mention how tough that had to be to put on weight and muscle, though clearly werewolves could afford to be lean.
"But that's not really what I meant," he said gently, trailing off as he tried to figure out his words, downing the last of his half of the pastry. "What's it feel like? To...shapeshift or whatever you call it. Do you only turn into a giant wolf or can you be..." if he was terrible at words usually, the alcohol didn't help. "Anthropomorphic?"
“oh, bite me.” she quipped with another roll of the eyes, but the corners of her lips gave away the smile she tried to hide. She liked how easy Ferris was to joke around with. It was nice. Most people treated her so seriously and seemed afraid to cut up with her. But then again, would he treat her any different if he knew she wasn’t just a werewolf, but an Alpha?
Darcy took another bite from the pastry as she let him soak in what she said and add his own comments and such. “Hey, the drinking is also because I’m an alcoholic, don’t go blaming it all on the genes.” She teased, but knew there was truth to her words. But she shrugged at the mention of starving. It wasn’t stun, always being hungry. And with all the jokes about how women get when they’re ‘hangry’, one definitely didn’t want to cross a hangry shewolf!
Darcy watched him with a raised brow as he better explained his question. She almost winced at the question of what it felt like. Like many young wolves, Darcy experienced her first transition when she was fourteen. And even though she’d been changing into her wolf form for fourteen years now, she still remembered how terrifying the first time she turned felt. “Have you ever broken a bone?” She asked with a distant look in her eyes as she leaned up and rested her arms on her knees. “Whenever I turn, I have to break almost every bone in my body to make the shift happen. And sure, I’ve been doing it long enough now that it doesn’t kill me like it used to, but for a younger wolf… sometimes we wish we were dying.” Darcy sighed, running a hand through her hair and finishing the last of her cinnamon roll. “Now changing back… it’s almost a relief. Like coming back up from underwater and taking that first deep breath of air in. It hurts, but it’s manageable.”
She shrugged a little as she continued. “I only turn into a giant wolf, and when in wolf form I can’t communicate with humans, but I could make my golden eyes change to reveal my more human eyes if I wanted… but that’s about it.”
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Nov 22, 2023 2:05:31 GMT
He would very definitely leave any biting to her. "No shit," he said, letting out an awkward heavy sigh. "I didn't want to say it 'cause I'm not your keeper, but it's pretty noticeable." Of course, she knew that he knew; he'd handed her the bottle of scotch after all. Sort of went without saying.
While he hadn't seen her change into a wolf, he'd seen her change back. Seamless or not, it had not looked pleasant, even to him. Between his collarbone, leg, and the issues he'd had with his shoulder... "More than once," he answered, realizing she was probably going to say it was like that but worse, all the time. Which seemed about right. That was something Hollywood was pretty hit or miss on. Ferris quietly listened to her explain the sensation of changing and the feelings afterward. Even more than her talking about how to kill a werewolf (that hadn't been foreboding at all), this conversation felt even more grave. Not at all the grand exciting thrill he might have thought she would say considering all the positives from before.
The lack of humanoid wolfwomen and wolfmen running around was kind of reassuring, though his own thought made him shiver a little. The notion of a wolf with human eyes wasn't anymore reassuring either. "Not uncanny valley at all," he mumbled, leaning back with his drink again and taking a larger swallow. "The giant wolf thing is cool," he admitted, trying to steer the conversation somewhere slightly less dark. Not that his attempts had been successful so far. "How...long have you been a werewolf?"
It wasn’t exactly like Darcy went out of her way to conceal her issue with alcohol, in fact, she had to fake intoxication in public at times because of said issue. Apparently alcoholism also ran deep in her family, but then again; a line of pure blood werewolves is a likely candidate for alcoholism and other substance abuse issues.
Darcy found herself needing to stand, unable to just sit still at the moment, that would be due to the sugar in her system running it’s course. She picked up her plate and took it to the trash and watched him process all the information she was sharing. She couldn’t imagine what that was like, learning all these things as an adult after believe your entire life that the tales of things going bump in the night were just stories. She smiled a little at him admitting the giant wolf thing being cool. She most certainly felt like it was cool, always had too. Even as a child.
“Oh, my whole life… my family lineage is wolves as far back as I’ve been able to trace. But I’ve only been able to shift into my wolf form since I was fourteen. In born wolves, it’s a puberty thing. In made wolves, it depends on if they survive the bite and transformation process at the first full moon… not everyone bitten survives, but not everyone bitten turns. Some humans just get sick on nights of the full moon if they survived a werewolf bite.” Somehow, talking about being a werewolf and such didn’t feel all that personal for Darcy. Likely because it’s all she’s ever known and in the packs it’s never been a secret. But she was enjoying being able to talk so freely. She ran a hand through her curls as she leaned against the kitchen counter and couldn’t help but notice she was checking him out. She honestly couldn’t help herself; Ferris was an absolute catch.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Nov 22, 2023 3:36:14 GMT
The words 'my whole life' left her lips, and he settled in for a ride. Fortunately for both of them, it wasn't the in-depth life history he worried it might be. But it was once again a lot more information than he thought she would share with him. He was left with a lot more questions than answers but was also not certain how much more he could push to ask. He leaned back into the back of the sofa and half turned so he could still look at Darcy. She looks so...uncomfortable wasn't the right word, but that was part of it.
But the first thing that came out of his mouth was, "So when you pretended to threaten to turn me into a werewolf, you also pretended to threaten to kill me." It wasn't said with any malice or accusation. Rather his tone was almost speculative, said with a straight face. But then he broke and offered up a brief smirk. As a peace offering. Ferris would be lying if he claimed the threat didn't still eat at him. It had been rather burned into him in that moment chain smoking in his Ford. But he really was trying to get over it.
He finished his glass, which meant he was out of that particular batch of scotch. There were a few different bottles of whisky and bourbon sitting on the countertop behind Darcy. Some Woodland Reserve, half of an Angel's Envy, along with a few cheaper brands for when the point was to get hammered. Tonight, he had just been looking to get lost in some music. Not in an American fairytale. He pushed himself up from the couch and moved into the kitchen, collecting his cigarettes from the dining room table along the way and brushing next to the werewolf to set the glass in the sink.
Ferris leaned back against the counter next to her, only a few inches between them. He slid a metal lighter from his pocket and tapped out a cigarette. He really shouldn't be doing this right now, but he couldn't unsee what he'd seen or unhear the conviction and details in her voice. This was real. And while all his questions had been about strictly her and werewolves, it was not lost on him that if this beast of nightmares and folklore was real, what about everything else? While Darcy could of course smell it on him and his clothes, Ferris didn't usually smoke in his apartment. But his nerves needed a hand processing even just what she'd told him in the last ten minutes.
"You don't talk about this shit with strangers, eh?" He teased, knowing the answer even without her having to say it. And then his tone turned soft again. The dangerous sort of soft. "Have you ever bitten anyone?"