you.” Henson said, completely ignoring Jacinda for a moment before he looked back at her, “I don’t want to talk to you right now Jacinda; we’ll talk tomorrow at session.”
“Fair enough.” She said with a nod of her head before silently walking off.
Henson watched over her as she walked, making sure nobody tried anything as she walked through the crowded bar. He knew she was attractive and he also knew that alcohol made people do stupid things. He wondered just how much Darren had had to drink to make him attack him the way he had; he had just lost it. His mind shifted to wondering how long they were going to hold Darren and his friends for jumping him.
A waitress came by and picked up Henson’s empty bottle before signaling with her hands and asking if he wanted another. Henson nodded at the attractive blonde waitress and watched her backside as she walked away. As he watched her walk, a flashback of the wolf shifter running off ran through his mind. He felt his pulse start to get faster and kept his mind on the now, hoping to stave off any flashbacks. He sighed, feeling his hands starting to shake and thought that he might just not need that last beer. It was too late, the waitress had already walked back with the opened beer, bar rules. He paid the waitress and tipped her, noticing a seductive look in her eyes just before she walked away. A flashback ripped through his head of clawing the wolf shifter to the ground, tearing its throat out with a single swipe and caused his body to jerk. He spilled some of his bear from the convulsion but steadied himself by grabbing the side of the table. Henson breathed out slowly and took a sip of his beer, thinking about his bed and how he hadn’t gotten good sleep in that cabin. He pulled his beer up for another swig as flashes of killing the wolf shifters made him shutter. Henson sighed, irritated that his shifting plagued him like it did and took another drink of his beer before he lit up a cigarette.
“You must be one tough son of a bitch.” A man said from a few tables away. “Wasn’t that you that nearly got stuck earlier? And here you sit still, just drinkin’ your brew like nothin’ happened. The name’s Pete, what’s yours.”
Don't really want to get chatty, my friend , Henson thought but thought about it for a second and looked back at the man. “My name’s Henson. I don’t know what happened there, usually Darren’s a dick but not that bad.”
“Yeah, no joke, I’ve never seen him get like that before.” Pete replied, getting up from his table and made like he was gonna head that way. Henson wasn’t in the mood for any conversation so he got up too and chugged a bit more of his beer before he sat it on the table.
“It’s about that time.” Henson said, metaphorically saying he was about to leave. “It was nice to meet ya Pete, but I’m tired; didn’t get shit for sleep last night and my bed’s callin’ my name.”
Before Pete could say another word Henson just walked off, heading for the door but kept his wits about him. He made sure nobody was too close to him, close enough to hit him and got out of there as quick as possible. Henson shuttered again as he walked out of the bar, having trouble seeing with flashbacks starting to become more constant. He sighed as his reality began to blur and he started having a hard time distinguishing his flashbacks from what’s real. He made his way towards home as best as he could, but some moments he was back in the woods fighting the wolf shifters and other times he was back at war.
“Sir, are you alright?” Some lady on the streets asked but Henson heard. “You are doomed to
“Fair enough.” She said with a nod of her head before silently walking off.
Henson watched over her as she walked, making sure nobody tried anything as she walked through the crowded bar. He knew she was attractive and he also knew that alcohol made people do stupid things. He wondered just how much Darren had had to drink to make him attack him the way he had; he had just lost it. His mind shifted to wondering how long they were going to hold Darren and his friends for jumping him.
A waitress came by and picked up Henson’s empty bottle before signaling with her hands and asking if he wanted another. Henson nodded at the attractive blonde waitress and watched her backside as she walked away. As he watched her walk, a flashback of the wolf shifter running off ran through his mind. He felt his pulse start to get faster and kept his mind on the now, hoping to stave off any flashbacks. He sighed, feeling his hands starting to shake and thought that he might just not need that last beer. It was too late, the waitress had already walked back with the opened beer, bar rules. He paid the waitress and tipped her, noticing a seductive look in her eyes just before she walked away. A flashback ripped through his head of clawing the wolf shifter to the ground, tearing its throat out with a single swipe and caused his body to jerk. He spilled some of his bear from the convulsion but steadied himself by grabbing the side of the table. Henson breathed out slowly and took a sip of his beer, thinking about his bed and how he hadn’t gotten good sleep in that cabin. He pulled his beer up for another swig as flashes of killing the wolf shifters made him shutter. Henson sighed, irritated that his shifting plagued him like it did and took another drink of his beer before he lit up a cigarette.
“You must be one tough son of a bitch.” A man said from a few tables away. “Wasn’t that you that nearly got stuck earlier? And here you sit still, just drinkin’ your brew like nothin’ happened. The name’s Pete, what’s yours.”
Don't really want to get chatty, my friend , Henson thought but thought about it for a second and looked back at the man. “My name’s Henson. I don’t know what happened there, usually Darren’s a dick but not that bad.”
“Yeah, no joke, I’ve never seen him get like that before.” Pete replied, getting up from his table and made like he was gonna head that way. Henson wasn’t in the mood for any conversation so he got up too and chugged a bit more of his beer before he sat it on the table.
“It’s about that time.” Henson said, metaphorically saying he was about to leave. “It was nice to meet ya Pete, but I’m tired; didn’t get shit for sleep last night and my bed’s callin’ my name.”
Before Pete could say another word Henson just walked off, heading for the door but kept his wits about him. He made sure nobody was too close to him, close enough to hit him and got out of there as quick as possible. Henson shuttered again as he walked out of the bar, having trouble seeing with flashbacks starting to become more constant. He sighed as his reality began to blur and he started having a hard time distinguishing his flashbacks from what’s real. He made his way towards home as best as he could, but some moments he was back in the woods fighting the wolf shifters and other times he was back at war.
“Sir, are you alright?” Some lady on the streets asked but Henson heard. “You are doomed to
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