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Bar of Lonely Faces
It was one of those nights. The kind where if Derek had to deal with one more complaining teenager, he was going to tear someone's throat out. He was just in desperate need of some alcohol , and a conversation with someone with someone old enough to be drinking it. Which wasn't to say that Derek was a particularly great candidate for emotional maturity or anything, but he just really needed tonight to be Scott and Stiles-free. To not have to worry about their problems.
He was drinking the beer on tap; his body metabolized the alcohol too quickly for it have much of an effect, but conversation came easier with a glass in front of you. He looked the bad boy; black jeans that fit snug to his strong legs, a dark tee-shirt tight across his pecs, and a black leather jacket. He looked like trouble, which was true to a certain degree; commitment wasn't exactly his strong suit, although in the end he cared more than he tried to let on.
He smiled as he leaned against the bar, though it was more for effect than genuine. Derek could be charming when he wanted to, and with his gray-greens scanning over the women and men milling about the small town watering hole, it was part of the act.
He was drinking the beer on tap; his body metabolized the alcohol too quickly for it have much of an effect, but conversation came easier with a glass in front of you. He looked the bad boy; black jeans that fit snug to his strong legs, a dark tee-shirt tight across his pecs, and a black leather jacket. He looked like trouble, which was true to a certain degree; commitment wasn't exactly his strong suit, although in the end he cared more than he tried to let on.
He smiled as he leaned against the bar, though it was more for effect than genuine. Derek could be charming when he wanted to, and with his gray-greens scanning over the women and men milling about the small town watering hole, it was part of the act.
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Tonight was a good night. He was off to the side of the bar, positioned to keep an eye on the entrances, and Derek happened to be perfectly in his view. He'd been watching him subtly (so he thought - in reality, it was not so subtly) for some time.
"You new around here?" Dean opened with as a man who had been seated between them got up to leave. Dean had spent the last several nights in the bar, as he and Sam were in town chasing a nest of vampires, and he hadn't seen this guy in once, though he wished he had. The local talent left something to be desired and this man was the sort of person he could imagine taking back to the hotel.