Fergus McConnally
10:00pm, 11:00pm, 12:00am, 1:00am...
Where was she?
The Beta had tried to keep his attention elsewhere for the first several hours of her absence. He cooked seasoned chicken breasts and shreaded them up into a creamy wild rice soup, which simmered on the stove for several hours to marinate all of the flavors together. In the time he had waited for it to finish up, he had cleaned the entire kitchen and living room and had hummed away to his favorite songs. Some embarrassing little dances to the music distracted him some and made the experience of anxiety cleaning a little more enjoyable overall, but he still churned and wondered that lingering question--where was she?
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He had eaten supper alone at one of the bar stools. It was eerily quiet, so he had watched some YouTube videos to accompany him; how to repair lawn mowers was tonight's video of choice. He didn't have a broken lawn mower at the moment, but he did like to tinker with repairing things, so it did provide some enrichment for Fergus. The shoddy video made him chuckle a little as the cameraman dropped his phone repeatedly and heavy breathed through all of the handyman's audio. 59 whole reviews, and he had the blessing of being one of them.
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It was 11:43pm by the time he remembered that he needed to pack up the soup on the stove, so he ladled it into a storage container and had set it inside of the fridge. He swallowed hard as he looked at the contents inside. One of Tori's coffee cups sat on the shelf and his brows had furrowed. Where was she tonight?
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He had sat on the sofa to watch a movie at 12:31am to try to get the thoughts of her out of his mind, but it wasn't working. His face was blankly staring at the screen as Wayne and Garth partied on, and his fingers nervously tapped on his thighs. Should he be out there looking for her? How long was it until he should report a missing person to authorities? No, no. He knew Tori. She was the fiercest woman he had ever met. If she wasn't able to take care of herself, was anyone really?
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The moment he heard the keys rattling the front door his lungs sucked in air. She was finally home. He had flushed the toilet and washed his hands, and slowly cracked the bathroom door open. She was there, shoes in hand and phone to her cheek. A walk of shame, perhaps? He could smell the alcohol from here, but he wasn't sure yet if he could smell any sign of a stranger on her; he was too far away yet and the alcohol was too strong smelling to catch a wiff of another man's cologne. The Beta watched as she trailed into the living room and had followed after quietly.
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"Long evening?" Fergus asked. He didn't want to disrupt her call, but did want some explaination as to where she had been all night. He wasn't sure if he could smell cologne, but he certainly smelled cigarettes and booze, which lead him to believe that his Alpha had gotten comfortable in a bar for some time. From what he could see of her face in the dark, she looked tired. The room was lit by a small desk lamp in the corner, and Fergus strode into view from behind her.
Summer Month: 2 
Night 
Clear Moon: 
