Post by *James Silvius on Aug 7, 2008 16:22:35 GMT -5
He knew what he was thinking. Things would never be the same. Though they wouldn't be able to have their "fun" anymore, they would always remain family. He snatched up a dirty rag and wiped his hand clean, licking the wound, also. After Caleb did that thing with his eyebrows, James grinned. There would be plenty of time to feel sorry for himself. He had to cherish every moment he had left with Caleb before Patrick found out everything.
He did nod gravely to his comment. He wouldn't be able to do anything. However, he wouldn't make things hard for his Scrappy. He wouldn't question him at the upcoming meeting or throw in his opinions. That was all he could do for James and that was enough. "To show my gratitude, I will allow you to buy me one drink of your choice. I promise I will drink the whole thing," he held up two finger's as he said this, promising. If anyone was going to be there when James finally got hooked on alcohol or even witness the wolf downing that vile liquid, it would have to be Caleb.
A memory flashed across his mind. The night in the pub. James was dreading Caleb's appearance somewhat. He knew he would try and make the wolf have a few drinks with him. After the brawl with some vamps on steroids, it seemed, James left with a broken rib and Caleb with a dislocated shoulder. Good times. "Try not to go insulting vamps this time. I don't think I can handle another Shamu and his undersea friends," he said this with a laugh.
He did nod gravely to his comment. He wouldn't be able to do anything. However, he wouldn't make things hard for his Scrappy. He wouldn't question him at the upcoming meeting or throw in his opinions. That was all he could do for James and that was enough. "To show my gratitude, I will allow you to buy me one drink of your choice. I promise I will drink the whole thing," he held up two finger's as he said this, promising. If anyone was going to be there when James finally got hooked on alcohol or even witness the wolf downing that vile liquid, it would have to be Caleb.
A memory flashed across his mind. The night in the pub. James was dreading Caleb's appearance somewhat. He knew he would try and make the wolf have a few drinks with him. After the brawl with some vamps on steroids, it seemed, James left with a broken rib and Caleb with a dislocated shoulder. Good times. "Try not to go insulting vamps this time. I don't think I can handle another Shamu and his undersea friends," he said this with a laugh.
