Hide and Seek, alcohol style

[Strelein von Rosnete]

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500+ Oh no way I can't not put up with you <3 You're so awesome "No, no, I should have asked," he choked out with a slightly rasping voice. His fingers kept kneading the flesh on his neck, hoping to sooth the irritation. Strel had not enjoyed that first taste of vodka, painful as it was. It dissipated fast enough, but the younger wolf continued to whine like a pup. He knew better now, but still, it was typical of him to draw out his grievances for the attention. What an attention whore he was, always eager to be in the spotlight or in the eyes of others. Of course, there was a limit to it. He would never parade himself about like a slut, giddy to ride another. He'd seen the consequences of such a person back in Michigan and he used the lesson well. A female had attempted to join their pack back when he was only six months old. She had seemed old, but back then, anyone over one was old. She had probably been four or so. The leader was happy to let her join, a non-Luperci. She showed her colors soon enough as a nympho, alarming the conservatives. They proceeded to eject her from their number and she wondered further. It warned the young pup that some things simply were not tolerated, ever. One would think he'd have learned that things were different here, that some things were acceptable to a certain extent. But the prospect of removal was a big enough deterrent for the redhead to watch himself well. Taking up the silver wolf on his advice, he took a small sip of the vodka, careful for the pain of it going down his throat. It was better this time, not hurting him remotely the same. Even then, it had not really been the pain; it was more the shock of the strength of the alcohol for it had no real taste. It was just the feel of it going down into his belly, which seemed to burn from the heat of the drink. He shook his head a bit, having forgotten to breath before downing his small sip. Strel blinked a bit as air rushed back into his lungs, which were definitely grateful for. How had he forgotten something so vital as breathing? Though truth be told, it had not hurt to swallow then. Maybe he was on to something. "Wow," he stated simply, mind fumbling for something else to say. The drink was already affecting his mind, clouding it up. Strelein did not drink very often, or really ever, so this time, it rushed to his head almost immediately. The buzzed feeling was nice; he felt more loose. All from almost no alcohol. "That's some strong stuff there." Passing the flask back to its owner, the redhead rubbed at his bangle out of habit. "That was interesting." The experience was making him curious as to what else this older wolf knew. The man seemed to have more alcohol that was far different from the timid things the redhead had tried ages ago.

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