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Amara gave a small chukle. "I dont think anyone would be looking at me that way. I am not all that interesting" she said. She didnt feel like the other she-wolves in her pack. Most were quite beautiful, and Amara felt average compaired to them. She knew most just had the confidance once they gained their wolves to show off. Amara's face only turned more red at Chandler's mention of the table. She wasnt sure what to think about it. "I-i..." She wasnt able to form words as to what she was thinking, her mind too jumbled. A small chuckle escaped her lips before she shook her head. "I dont thinkthat would go over very well with anyone here" she said. |
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He sighed, finding how she viewed herself to be a lie. "Just as I won't tolerate you apologizing for stupid stuff, I won't tolerate you lying to yourself like this." Chandler looked down and out the window before back to Amara. "You are like a sharp dagger. Dangerous, alluring, and splendid. As much as I would love to show you, you don't even need to have your beauty explained. It's right there for everyone to see." He couldn't find the words for this exact comparison and knew it probably wouldn't make sense to her, but it did to him. . You looked over from his spot on her shoulder to see her stumble over her words to his proposition. "It's adorable that you care about what would go over well with these people." He poked her nose. Then the waiter came back over, still in a sour mood. "Have you decided yet?" He asked and rolled his eyes. "Yes. We have." He looked the waiter up and down. "I'll take the grilled cheese and soup. As well as a hot chocolate." He looked to Amara for her to order as he tried again to scoot closer. |
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Amara smiled. "You are far too sweet" she said. She had placed her menu on top of Chandler's at the edge of the table. "I just dont see myself that way. I see other she-wolves in the pack with their beauty, and I just dont see it in myself" she told him. Amara looked over at the waiter when he walked back over and narrowed her eyes slightly. "You could have a better attitude when talking to your customers" she said before she spoke of her order. "French dip with fries on the side, and a coke for the drink" she said. She certainly didnt play nice with the waiter and gave him a cold look. She knew there was a chance he would ruin their order for this, but she had to say something about it. |
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He laughed at it. Sweet? Me? She must still be feeling unwell. "I've been described as many things. I've never been described as 'sweet'. Ruthless, vengeful, and aggressive yes; but never sweet." He let her hand go and put over her shoulder. Leaning back against the seat the smell of her packmates got close, he didn't bother looking over his shoulder as he knew they where looking at them. "And those other she-wolves are like comparing salt to the moon if your next to them." Chandler couldn't help but smile softly. This is why she thinks your sweet dumbass, you say nice things to and about her with no prompting. Menadite said coldly. You know wolf, I think you should meet her wolf. Your mate, so you could understand. Chandler shot back still ogling at Amara. . When she snapped at the waiter that simultaneously snapped him out of his trance. He knew she was right, the waiter was a prick. His hand balled into a fist as he shot the waiter a look he used to get silent obedience from his pack. A look that said fuck around and find out. The waiter went pale and gave a nod and quickly made his leave. "I'm getting sick of the staff here." He said with a growl. |
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Amara gave a small shrug. "It's probably because they don't know the you that your showing me" she said with a small smile. She glanced over at her pack members and saw them looking at her. She motioned for them to stay back and not bother her, but to get themselves food as well. Giving a small sigh she nodded. "Normally they aren't this bad" she told him. "I'm here about once a week for work and food, and I've never dealt with the staff being like this." The drinks arrived rather quickly, though she knew the food would still be a moment. "I hope they don't keep up the attitude. I like coming here when I need to work." |
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He gave a weighted sigh. "It's both a blessing and a curse I don't let them see me like this." He paused. "I've made changes to the pack yes, but the weakest, nicest, and most gentle are disregarded and damn near rejected by the pack while the ones in higher positions in order to stay in power have to be ruthless and assertive." He was relieved he didn't have to be tense for once. He needed to relax. "To be honest this is really the most I've loosened up in years." He gave a relaxed yawn. "It's an odly pleasant change in pace." He knew it was only temporary, he did have to go back to his pack eventually regardless of weather the two packs did end up merging. And they still had to decide if it was beneficial to accept the bond or rejecte it based on what they had found in the office. He looked into her sea blue eyes and smiled, knowing what he wanted. . At this point with the events that had happened the previous night he was still tired and was rather content with staying here regardless of the staff, but he was happy when he got his lemonade and he flagged down the waiter and added a coffee to his order. "If they continue to behave so crudely they'll face a worse face then a punch in the face." He took a sip of the lemonade and it was perfect, sweet upfront and slightly tart on the way down. |
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Amara looked at Chandler. "I assume your pack still wants to fight more than they need to" she said, not really questioning it. She didnt want to risk another fight with the pack, and hoped that with Chandler there, they wouldnt need to worry, but that didnt mean that the pack would still attack with their Alpha away. She had heard stories of it before. Amara gave a small nod. "Trust me, if they keep it up, they will lose a lof of buisness. The pack eats here a lot, and thats a lot of money to lose" she told him. She watched as their food seemed to be made in the kitchen then, and only one cook there. *Odd. There are usually a couple of them* she thought, though decided to ignore it. |
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Chandler nodded. "That's all those lunatics ever want to do." He laughed, he knew for as much as his pack annoyed him he loved them. His beta Xander especially. He was a semi responsible party boy who only Chandler could outdrink. He started laughing a bit remembering some of the stupid stuff theve done together. "I've got someone who knows what their doing keeping watch." He felt the phone in his own pocket buzz. Speak of the devil, but he didn't answer it knowing it would be hypocritical. . Chandler knew Amara was right, considering the pack house was dense with about 20 members he they spent a lot on local establishments. "Then I hope they shape up." He followed her gaze into the kitchen and couldn't see what she saw. "What is taking so long." He said in annoyance as his coffee was dropped off. |
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Amara looked at Chandler as their food finally arrived. "You dont think they would be foolish do you" she asked him. She didnt want to assume, but if they were still wanting blood, it was hard to stop them, and that was something Amara knew. She had to threaten to exile pack members for wanting to attack his pack after what happened. She hadnt wanted to threaten such a thing, but the pack couldnt survive another attack, even if they started it. Amara gave a nod. "With more pack members having been born recently they would lose out on a lot of potential buisness as well" she added on. "I noticed there was only one cook, which isnt normal." She seemed on edge when she finally mentioned it. She glanced over at the two pack mates who seemed to sense something was off as well. |
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He shook his head no. "If your asking if they would attack while I'm away that's a firm no." He assured her. He and his beta had a system. Every two days his beta would send an inside joke and he would finish it. If the proper response wasn't given or it remained unanswered all day then something would be done. He wasn't worried cause they did it yesterday, so he had to do it tomorrow. "My right hand can be a bit rough and roudy but he's my right hand for a reason. He's sensible and knows what I want." He moved his hand from her shoulder to her back and started to rub it sensing her nervousness. He dipped his sandwich into the soup and took a bite. And another. The last time he ate was yesterday morning. He hadn't eaten on the drive there or dinner now that he thought about it. His stomach rumbled wanting more. . He laughed, almost choking on the sandwich. He took a gulp of his coffee. "So basically, if they don't make it make sense their screwed." He liked the idea of her being responsible for some sort of destruction. His thoughts quickly changed though when she pointed it out. He could smell her anxiety. He stopped eating and a protective growl escaped. "Want me to investigate? Figure out what exactly is going on?" He offered, then a smell hit him. It was wolf, and it wasn't her or her pack mates who insisted on watching them. But he just couldn't pin it. |
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