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Post by Alcide Herveaux on Aug 19, 2009 16:37:12 GMT -5
Jackson was going to be in the office late, at least that's what Jackson's secretary, Connie Babcock, had said. She had mumbled it because she was busy working, expecting him to understand. Well, nothing more needed to be said. Alcide understood clearly. His dad had a hang over. With Alcide's guess, he went home and drank even more, being egged on by his floozy buddies in Shreveport. He probably lost a couple hundred dollars, a "good" night to Jackson, maybe got into a verbal fight about what he owed.
It was the same old story, the same old song and dance. Now, poor Connie had to deal with all the incoming calls for Jackson by herself and had to make up a false excuse as to why he was late. Not only that, but Alcide would probably have to deal with Colonel Flood himself. d**n.
Alcide had come to the office at 8:30 when he heard the news. He wanted to be there before his new hire, Summer Morgan came in. Like he expected, Connie didn't offer to train Summer. Had she gone the extra mile, Alcide might've gotten her a raise. Oh well, he'd do it himself, he knew everything anyhow.
Alcide took care of morning business for the first thirty minutes, helping to set up Summer's desk which was just across from Connie's desk. He had ordered it for her the night before and told his guys to get it to the office ASAP, and they listened. It looked like a nice, modern desk. It was the same color as Connie's, brown wood, but bigger with more drawers to hold things. He had hooked up a multi-line new age phone, installed a computer, and even got some assorted girly pens and pencils for Summer to write with.
He was excited to have his own secretary, to the say the least, and it showed. In fact, Connie was bound to be jealous since Jackson hadn't done much to her desk since last year.
Alcide put the finishing touches on her desk, which included a vase full of daisies (he didn't know what her favorite flower was) and a metal nameplate with "Summer Morgan, Alcide Herveaux's secretary" on it. Strangely, Alcide enjoyed decorating her desk. It got his mind off of the scolding he had taken from Debbie two days ago for having Kimberly's scent all over him. Now, he waited. He finished up calling one of the men that had gotten hurt in the crash, and by then, the clock struck 9 AM.
He expected Summer to be there any second. He just hoped Colonel Flood didn't show his face first.
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Post by Summer Morgan on Aug 19, 2009 18:27:00 GMT -5
Summer did a quick check over everything she thought she'd need for the day. Purse, wallet, motel key, car keys. Yup that was everything. A brief brushing down of her outfit for today and she was good to go. Tight short sleeved cotton polo shirt, a black kilt style short skirt that sat a few inches above her knee, complimented with the black tights and a pair of comfortable black flat heeled pumps. It took her for what seemed like forever to find stuff that she liked that could pass off as office wear. The new undies felt d@mn good too.
She strolled out her room, locking it over and double checking it was closed properly. Not that she had much worth stealing, any potential robbers would be appauled at the wreckage as soon as they opened the door and high tail it. No, neatness in her own space was something Summer needed to work at.
Summer walked into the foyer and garnered a few glances her way. One woman giving her leering husband a swift kick to his shin. Summer giggled and shook her head, making her way swiftly to the guest parking lot. A quick click on the tab and the car door gave a small noise to indicate it was open. Opening the driver door and slid inside the navy blue Ford Focus. Not her ideal driving machine, but it was gonna get her from point A to point B and there was no way she was going on the bike, not today.
The drive towards Herveaux and Son went by fairly quickly. Turning on a local radio station to pass the time. The DJ's choice of music and chatter was mind numbingly dull. But it was something in the background and it was at least something. Tuning to another station would just be a chore too much, so Summer suffered in silence.
Finally reaching her destination, Summer quickly disembarked and slammed the car door over and locked it. She quickly checked her watch, sh*t! it was just turning 9am. Not a good start at all she chided herself under her breath as she sped up her pace and made for the door. She hoped she'd dressed well, it had been a long time since Summer had been in an environment like this. So a fashion faux pas wouldn't be good.
Taking a deep breath in, Summer opened the door and walked inside. Connie Babcock was at her desk and gave me a look and a slight roll of her eyes. Good start. Not. Summer gave her a smile anyway and noticed Alcide was beavering away at a desk that sat next to Connies. Oh she was sure gonna love that. Summer's heart skipped when she saw the nameplate on the desk with her name on it. It made it all official now and for some reason it made her inexplicably happy.
"I'm sorry I'm a little late Mr Herveaux" Summer cringed slightly when she noticed the clock was sitting at six minutes past nine. "Still trying to get my bearings." she hoped that was a good enough reason, it was the truth. D@mn lack of satnav.
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Post by Alcide Herveaux on Aug 19, 2009 22:33:10 GMT -5
Alcide knew that Connie was on the mean side, but he didn't notice that she had rolled her eyes at Summer, nor did he notice she was a little bit late. His mind was toiling with what he needed to do during the day to worry about his secretary being late. Most employers would be angry, but Alcide wasn't most employers. He was a guy with a little bit of business sense, but most importantly, he was a werewolf. It didn't bother him that she was a tad on the late side.
He waved off her lateness with his right hand, smiling at her, "it's fine, I was taking care of business anyway. And you don't have to call me Mr. Herveaux at all, Alcide is much better. I like to think we're family here."
Connie caught this comment and a strained chuckle came out from behind her file-high desk. Alcide ignored it. Instead he got up from Summer's chair and motioned for her to sit down with both of his hands. As he looked at her, he noted how she was dressed, it was very contemporary and delightful, it was good for the office. It even reminded him slightly of how Debbie dressed...
"We just got this in for you. You can do whatever you want to it, long as you don't put pink all over," Alcide said, generalizing all women.
"We'll get started here shortly, but I do want to tell you something...," Alcide eyed her, took out a piece of paper and scrawled something on it:
Colonel John Flood is going to be here today. He is the packmaster of the Long Tooth Wolf Pack here in Shreveport. My dad is in trouble. That's all I know. Be on your best behavior.
Once she came around to the desk, Alcide touched his index finger to the note twice so that she could read it. Whether Summer would be an ally or hinder his efforts to offset Flood, Alcide really didn't know. She seemed intelligent from the dozen minutes he got to spend with her yesterday. Perhaps she would help him. Alcide waited for her to answer whether verbally or physically to the note before continuing on. It was of the utmost importance she read and understood it.
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Post by Summer Morgan on Aug 20, 2009 9:39:50 GMT -5
Summer breathed a sigh of relief when her new boss waved off her lateness as nothing. She made a point to be more punctual from now on, no point in pushing it. He also noted not to call him Mr Herveaux. Another sigh of relief, he was laid back. Most of the Were's Summer had came across in her life were tense or troubled. The last Werewolf in her life was even worse. She tried not to think about him or gag at the image of his face in her mind.
The sight of Alcide pulling out her chair for her and motioning her to sit at her desk pulled her back to reality. Back to something pleasant, or as pleasant as doing a 9-5 could be. "don't put pink all over it" Summer scoffed at the thought. "No sir..." she backtracked, "Alcide. No I'm not a pink sorta girl" she smiled at him and sat down in the chair and tucked herself in neatly to the desk. lookin good she mused, pretty well pleased with herself. Everything was going really well, ridiculously so.
"We'll get started here shortly, but I do want to tell you something..." the tone in Alcide's voice was a concern. He began writing furiously on a slice of paper. The words written made Summer want to run the hell out of there as fast as her legs could carry her. Packmaster. Oh hell, there goes the good day.
If it wasn't for Alcide, she'd have listened to her conscience and high tailed it outta there and never came back. Summer had only been involved in pack business twice in her life. The first time she refused to be a part of it all in an effort to be rebellious. Stupid, yes but she was only 17 at the time. The second time she was asked to leave, the Packmaster was disgusted at the thought of Summer sharing a bed with a non-Werewolf shifter.
For some bizarre reason she trusted Alcide. He didn't seem the kind of guy to employ underhanded tactics. So she looked up at him and nodded grimly. "Understood." Part of her felt bad for Jackson, yeah he had issues with alcohol that left a bad taste in her mouth. Gave her unpleasant memories of her mothers own battle with the bottle. But in that whole time in his office he never made her feel bad or unwanted. He was friendly, even a tad flirtatious but that could be attributed to the alcohol in his system. Strangely though, he never did make any references to her twin-nature.
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Post by Alcide Herveaux on Aug 20, 2009 15:15:05 GMT -5
(OOC Note: I can't remember how Adabelle is described but if Sookie tells me, I'll edit my post)
Summer wasn't a pink girl, huh? Well, that beat out Connie than. Things were starting to look up for once. Besides the fact that he would be embroiled in his father's problems, besides the fact he was trying to logically and romantically battle with Kimberly and Debbie, besides the fact that a bunch of his crew got their grown asses run over and now he was short on them too. At least this was a half silver lining.
As long as the meeting with the packmaster and Air Force colonel went well, then his day would really start looking up. After he showed her the note, he couldn't read how she felt about it, uttering only an 'understood' didn't give Alcide a clue as to what she feeling. It didn't really matter, Alcide thought.
"Good," he said gruffly, while looking over his shoulder at Connie, to make sure she hadn't been listening in. Nope, she was busy talking on the phone, as Alcide suspected, explaining why Jackson was tardy. She seemed to put on her princess facade to talk to whomever was on the phone. That was good.
"Alright... so I'm going to go through these things, if you have questions, go ahead and ask em, it's important you understand what I'm showing you, so you can do your job well," Alcide spoke, and realized how stupid he sounded, but continued anyway, "when the training is done and if I'm busy, I have a binder down here that could answer your question."
He tapped a bottom left drawer with his hand and continued. He showed her the commands on the computer first, slowly but surely. Alcide explained how to put out a survey call, bulletin to employees, and such via email. He showed her many other things related to the job and got through most of the computer training in an hour before the clock struck 10 AM.
Just like clockwork the doors to the building swung open and a figure strolled through. At first glance, everyone would notice the man's shaggy hair and his mustache that was so precisely trimmed. Alcide often wondered if he went to a salon everyday to have a beautician cut it with a metric ruler. It was in fact the dignified Colonel John Flood dressed in gray sweatpants and a loose black shirt with "Hair of the Dog" written on it. He didn't look the best, but it was morning and why did the packmaster have to impress his own pack anyway?
After him strode Adabelle Yancy, the second in command. Alcide shot Summer a look that had 'Oh Hell' written all over it.
"Good morning, John," Alcide immediately stood up as a show of respect and reached out to shake his hand, "Adabelle..."
"Hello Alcide, is your father in yet?" Flood asked in a very serious manner. Here it goes.
"No, sir."
"Okay. May I have a word with you in private than?" John asked.
Alcide couldn't help but gulp back nervousness inside of his meaty neck. He looked to the side very quickly, and noticed that Connie had taken a liking to what was happening. Alcide shot her a bad look and she hurriedly went back to work.
"Yeah, let's go to my office," he moved his head in a 'come on' fashion before leading the way.
As Colonel Flood passed Summer, he sniffed her. He spotted her other nature immediately and took one good look at her. His gaze centered on her until he could see her no longer. What he was thinking was anybody's bet. Adabelle gave Summer a bad look, one that seemed to wonder why she got a special look from Flood. She continued on in the trio after John.
As soon as they arrived and the door shut, Flood wasted no time in being almost angry.
"What is your father doing?" Flood asked, pounding his fist on Alcide's desk.
"Sir... he has an addiction," it was as simple as that in Alcide's mind, but to Colonel Flood's there had to be more, years and years in the Air Force leadership had led him to sniff out a secret story.
"Whatever. I heard from someone that he owes debt to a vampire sheriff," John growled.
His eyes were very bestial, his anger was very apparent.
"Yes, he does. He gambles. He owes money. Hum. But I took the debt for him," Alcide couldn't look him in the eyes when he said this.
"Why would you do that for him? Why would you take the fall for your father? Alcide, that is the stupidest thing I've ever heard," Adabelle chimed in.
Evidently, they never heard of family and being blood. His loyalty was like an unflinching magnet. Alcide understood that others didn't feel the way he did about loyalty, however, he just wished they could see where he was coming from just for a second.
"I don't know. All I know is that he's my dad, in my mind, I have a right to protect him," Alcide spoke, trying to keep his voice low.
"He must be taught a lesson, Alcide. You know that as well as I do," John murmured.
It didn't give him pleasure to have to say that since John had known Jackson throughout the years. But he knew the rest of the pack was demanding some sort of punishment for tarnishing the pack's good name. Werewolves, at the end of the day, were violent, vengeful creatures, there was no way around that.
"Yes... I'll let him know," Alcide bowed his head, defeated.
"We don't want to do it, Al, but the pack is demanding retribution," Adabelle quietly said.
They stood in silence, pondering what words had just been mixed. Colonel Flood cut the tension.
"Who is that girl out there?" John casually wondered, "she's a Were."
"I just hired her. I think she's new to town, her name is Summer Morgan," Alcide explained.
John mulled over his words and exited Alcide's office, with Adabelle following closely behind. Alcide had no choice but to join them at the entrance. John wasted no time in making his presence known to Summer. He had an extraordinary memory, which made him perfect for packmaster, and his memory was telling him that Summer's scent was familiar and that she might have been from Canada.
"You are from Canada, yes?" John abruptly asked, hoping for a yes.
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Post by Summer Morgan on Aug 20, 2009 16:06:30 GMT -5
((OOC: No worries )) Summer couldn't figure out if the 'good' was a good thing or not. She followed Alcide's eyes to her fellow secretary Connie, who was deep in conversation on the telephone. She thought nothing more of it as Alcide began to explain her duties and what button did which thing and where this went. The usual quick run through. Pointing out a binder for any queries I had when he wasn't available. Simple enough and well Connie was there for extra back up. That's if she bothered to be helpful and Summer felt like that was unlikely. 10am hit and still no Jackson Herveaux. The door swung open and in walked a man and a woman. Summer noticed the female immediately as she shot her a glance that was less than favourable. The man was an older gent, greying with the neatest mustash you ever did see. He was real handsome in his own way. Alcide got up faster than she'd ever seen him move to greet them both. Adabelle and John he called them in respectful tones. John? John Flood Summer made the connection and retreated into herself. She paid no attention to there conversation, instead eyeing the door. Her only means of escape. Giving herself a mental kick in the ass for being so cowardly. Very unbecoming of a Were and she said she'd be here for Alcide and her word was good. Alcide began to escort them into his office, looking unusually sheepish. Something not good was going on under Summer's nose. Not that it was any of her business anyway. John Flood gave her a long look over, he knew. Of course he knew, why would he not know? Adabelle glared at Summer, a look that Summer really didn't know how to take at all. What's her problem? Summer resisted the urge to glower back. Best behaviour Summer! Alcide and his two guests were in his office for what seemed like forever. But in actuality, it wasn't that long at all. John Flood came out followed by Adabelle and Alcide in quick succession. John came right up to her, looming over her like a huge storm cloud. Summer immediately sensed the power he wielded as Packmaster and it made her nervous as hell. "You are from Canada, yes?" the question stunned Summer into silence for a few seconds. How in the hell did he know that? Taking it all in. She shot Alcide a quick glance and in an effort to play nice for his sake she flashed her warmest, brightest smile. "Yes sir, I am. Born and raised."
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Post by Alcide Herveaux on Aug 21, 2009 0:20:26 GMT -5
Colonel Flood was sure abrupt with Summer. He was a gentleman in a way, it's just he must have really wanted to know to ask her so quickly without a hello and an introduction. When Summer looked at him he gave her a strange, confused nod.
If it turned out Flood knew her and she was an enemy, he'd have no choice but to support their decision. Not that he'd join in on the fight.
John puckered his lips in deep contemplation, "Do you know a Nate at all?"
He was going to say 'because you smell like him' but he noted the presence of Connie Babcock and hushed his words. She didn't need to know about supernatural affairs, that werewolves were indeed real. But he knew that she looked just like him, even her eyes, her nose... It was like his old friend in female form!
Adabelle seemed even more disgruntled when John pressed on with the woman. Alcide suspected it was woman image issues and a desire to have John's full attention. He definitely couldn't relate. That was besides the point. What mattered was that Flood seemed to know Summer or at least someone that Summer knew.
He was a perceptive old man, Alcide would give him that, but why did he have to interrupt their training to catch up on what seemed to be old times?
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Post by Summer Morgan on Aug 21, 2009 3:50:29 GMT -5
"Do you know a Nate at all?" the words from John Flood's lips made Summer's eyes widen. A wave of nausea crashed over her like a tsunami. The idea of fleeing seemed like a great idea again, but there was absolutely no escape route. Summer sat stunned into a complete silence. Nate. Nathaniel Morgan, her biological father. The same father who abandoned her mother before she'd even given birth to Summer. Spending most of her life hating a man she'd never even met, at the behest of her troubled alcoholic mother. She was lucky to even know his name, her mother only ever said it once in a drunken rage. Coincidentally enough, about how much Summer looked like Nate.
This was a situation Summer had never ever imagined to happen. A small part of her wished her father was dead so she'd never have to face him. Maybe he was dead? How was she supposed to answer the question? It wasn't like she really did know her father, only a name and her mothers vicious, bitter words. She looked back up at John and her eyes moved to Alcide, who's expression said nothing to Summer about his scenario and back to John who was eagerly awaiting some sort of response.
"I uh..." Summer fought desperately with her anxieties. "I don't know him sir no." the words came out truthful, to a point. "But he is my father." she swallowed hard on the bold statement, fighting the urge rant about her errant father. Instead choosing, wisely she thought, to wait to see what John Flood's reaction to this little revelation would be.
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Post by Alcide Herveaux on Aug 21, 2009 21:50:40 GMT -5
Alcide figured there must've been something about the name that disturbed her to the core. What is was, Alcide hoped to find out, and so did John. He was patient with her as she squeaked out just a statement that rolled waves against everything Colonel Flood knew.
Nate Morgan had a daughter? He thought this might've been a distant cousin, but her direct father! And not knowing him either? That was insanity! John wanted to press Summer for more information but thought it best not to. Instead, he straightened out and spoke to her.
"Hmm... well I am sorry to hear that. I was unaware Nate had family like that. I knew him when I was only a Major in the Air Force," John said, not knowing if she wanted him to continue, he continued anyway, "I used to go to a bar in Canada when I was stationed on the Northern borders. My buddies and I went up there and we knew Nate so well..."
He didn't quite know how to forge on in the conversation, so he stopped. If the girl wanted him to go on, he would, otherwise he shut his trap. Alcide was glad, it seemed to be making her uncomfortable in the worst way. John Flood drew a finger over his precise mustache, as if it was a tool to cut away the tension.
He then leaned close enough where only him and maybe Alcide and Adabelle could hear him.
"I would like to invite you to a pack meeting," John bluntly stated, he was judging her character based on what he knew about her father, which was largely positive.
"Colonel--" Adabelle started, but John put up his hand to shush his second in command. She clearly had objections to the stranger coming to such a secretive meeting. Even Alcide was in shock and awe at his proposal, he didn't think it was such a good thing either, even though he liked Summer so far.
"I'll have Alcide give you the details on our next meeting, okay?" John shoved his words right in her ear, "I expect you to be there."
And that was all he needed to say, essentially he meant that if Summer didn't show up, it'd be Alcide's hide. Great, more stress to worry about. Colonel Flood's voice got more audible, so that even Connie could hear now.
"Adabelle and I must be going, we do have other things we have to do today. Goodbye, Morgan, Herveaux, see you later."
And with that, he excused himself and Adabelle from the stunned conversation. Alcide stood there, looking dumbfoundedly at Summer, wanting to know if something happened that he just thought happened.
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Post by Summer Morgan on Aug 22, 2009 10:26:04 GMT -5
The words of John Flood barely connected with Summer. There was so much clattering around in her head that it almost burst open and poured out. It was so surreal, this stranger. This important stranger Packmaster Flood knew her father and apparently knew him well. Well, he thought he did. The revelation about his old friend being the father of Alcide's new secretary seemed to make him roll on his heels.
John looked like he was processing all the information in. Summer remained silent, just not knowing what to say. She wanted to ask if her dad was alive, but couldn't seem to muster enough strength to open her mouth. Before she knew it he was leaning down towards her with intent.
"I would like to invite you to a pack meeting," Summer's eyes froze and her whole body tensed up. Now her mind was in turmoil again. What was he up to? Did her father mean that much to him?
Adabelle looked positively horrified at the thought. At least she knew where she stood there, however negative. Alcide, well she couldn't make out how he felt on the matter, but Summer presumed not at all comfortable. I guess she'd find out sooner rather than later what his feelings were on the Colonel's big idea.
John Flood made it explicitly clear that Summer was to be there, come hell or high water. His very tone made implications of an unpleasant nature if she were to refuse or go AWOL. Summer didn't react, her brain was about to just shut down on her. Too much to take in in so short a time frame.
Flood and Adabelle made there leave and as soon as they walked out the door Alcide threw Summer a look of sheer bewilderment. No doubt wanting his explanation now. Summer was no beginning to regret her big plans for living and working in Shreveport. She lowered her head, bringing both hands up to gently massage her temples. Rubbing them gently over her face she peered over the tops of her fingers and moved her eyes upwards to Alcide. "Is there a restroom handy. I think I'm gonna throw up."
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Post by Alcide Herveaux on Aug 24, 2009 23:19:23 GMT -5
After digesting what had happened, Summer had asked for a bathroom. He briefly stuck a scared finger down the hallway. This reaction was perfectly acceptable. Being invited to a pack meeting when you weren't in the pack was a HUGE deal. Whoever this Nate had been must have been special to the Colonel else he wouldn't have bothered. Alcide couldn't have imagined he had evaluated her personality in the brief minutes he had spent with her. There was no way.
It had to have been this father figure, that Summer didn't even know! What an awkward situation. It looks like both her father and Alcide's own father had put them into positions that a contortionist would be proud of.
Connie had poked her head above her papers, "Alcide, you okay?"
She knew that John Flood was some sort of prominent figure to the Herveaux men, as she had seen him on more than one occasion, but she didn't know what it was all about. And she didn't need to know. He waved a hand at her.
"Don't worry about it, Connie," he said, it essentially meant get back to work and mind your own business.
While Alcide waited for Summer to return from the lady's room, he stood behind her desk with his hands on his hips, staring downward. He'd have to explain procedures, maybe, as theirs was of high importance. He'd have to tell her to dress up. There was so much. It'd be like another day of training. Why did Flood have to do this to him when he already had more than enough on his plate? He was like a fat man at a buffet!
Alcide gently pinched his temples and contemplated where to start and how to tell her.
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Post by Summer Morgan on Aug 25, 2009 9:33:33 GMT -5
Alcide directed Summer to the ladies room and she shot up from her seat and moved as fast as she could toward it. "OhGodohgodohgod" Summer muttered the words like a mantra, in some sort of attempt to prevent any unwanted regurgitation. Not that she'd actually ate anything substantial. Half a croissant with a lukewarm coffee. Summer swung the white door open and stumbled inside. It was as expected pristine and ridiculously clean and white. Everything was white.
Three hand basins sat in a row with a wall length mirror hanging above. It was well stocked with hand soap and paper towels. Summer hunched over the middle basin, tucking her hair inside her polo shirt. She took a few deep breaths in through her nose and exhaled out her mouth. The day really couldn't get any worse. Summer glared at her reflection. "Late for your first day and now you're running to the ladies...for what?" Summer looked around, thankfully she was alone.
What to do? Well she had no choice, she had to be there. Alcide probably hated her or at the very least was P.O'd. Not a whole lot she could do about it now. Not exactly her choice. She sighed and took another deep breath in and out and made her way back to her desk.
Alcide was standing behind it, looking a little lost or deep in thought. here goes nothin' Summer thought as she walked up to him. "I uh...sorry about that. Almost vomiting on your first day, not a good look." she smiled weakly at him, just completely confused and anxious.
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Post by Alcide Herveaux on Aug 25, 2009 15:03:00 GMT -5
Alcide didn't like to sweat the small stuff, and Summer reacting as she did really didn't bother Alcide. Who could blame her? To humans, it was essentially like the governor inviting them to a dinner all of a sudden. Really, any werewolf should be terrified if they had any sense. Alcide might've thought this was a plot by Flood to further punish the Herveauxs--by making his reputation depend on the way Summer acted. It sucked.
"I uh...sorry about that. Almost vomiting on your first day, not a good look."
"This isn't your fault. Not in the least bit," Alcide brushed his hand over the fuzz of his chin, "do you mind if we just continue training normally and I'll talk to you about this after we are done? Or is it just going to be too much on your mind?"
He was very sincere. He was willing to tell her all about it right away, or wait til the remainder of the training was done. Honestly, it would be high on his mind the whole time while he'd be training her, but it didn't matter, really. Summer was probably more nervous than he was, so he wanted to make sure she could keep her calm by letting her choose what they did next.
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Post by Summer Morgan on Aug 25, 2009 16:52:14 GMT -5
To wait or not to wait, that was the question. Summer thought carefully over Alcide's words. She wanted to make a good impression and so far that went down the crapper. He said it wasn't her fault, which she reckoned was true. But it didn't make her feel any better at all. The whole thing was a mess, one colossal mess and there didn't seem to be any light at the end of the tunnel for the time being.
"Maybe we should get this over with." she said with a grim expression. It was inevitable that they'd have to have this conversation. Waiting would only make Summer feel even worse and maybe have her do something childish like take that much needed escape route. "I uh..." she paused just not knowing what to say. "this is awkward." she smiled nervously.
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Post by Alcide Herveaux on Aug 25, 2009 21:40:33 GMT -5
When Summer just wanted to get it over with, Alcide somberly nodded his head. He understood. There was no use postponing the inevitable when both of them would just be brooding over it during training. Besides, she probably needed to rest her head, just as Alcide needed to track down his father and start a "conversation" with him. It would consist of him shaking his fist and his anger boiling over. Thankfully, Connie was in the office, so he couldn't be too loud when his father walked through the door.
Alcide adjusted his collar and then motioned with a finger for her to come to his office. One way or another, they always ended up in private. This was sure turning into a trend. But that's the way it had to be if werewolf secrecy was to be preserved. He mentioned to Connie that he had to have a word with Summer in private since something had come up. Amazingly, Connie didn't care, or at least she put on a d**n good front of not caring.
He took long, slow strides to his office and popped open the door, allowing Summer time to enter his office before closing the door behind her. Alcide motioned to the chair behind his desk for her to sit. He, himself, leaned against his clean desk with one long leg stretched out along the length of the desk. Alcide crossed his arms over his full chest and began when he thought she was ready.
"This really honestly shouldn't be that big of a deal... it's just so sudden. We just didn't see it coming. That thing, you know," he looked down at his meaty fingers and continued, "you need to be on your best behavior. Just do what you did today in front of him, get rid of any emotions you want to show... I know he probably brought up this sensitive subject but it's like he didn't realize that this would only press on an old wound by suddenly inviting you because of your dad."
Alcide was very twitchy right now, nervousness was pouring through his sweat glands. It was a good thing he had wore some extra-strength Axe deodorant today. He was smelling very good right now instead of completely nasty.
"I'll try to arrange something... if you want, between you and Flood so you can talk about whatever you want to tell him about your dad. Because I know once you've gone to this meeting coming up, he's not gonna lose sight of you anytime soon. You can't just disappear from the Shreveport pack. He's going to want to see you more. Just if you want, like I said, talk to him... you guys can talk about if you want to be included or not. If he doesn't let you go your own way, I can speak to him about it and change his mind. It's up to you."
He adjusted his leg on the desk and then perked up his ears to listen to what Summer had to say about it. What would she want to do? Would all this just make her hate the Long Tooth Wolf Pack? Colonel Flood's actions didn't seem fair. It would be the pack in a negative light in Summer's mind, at least Alcide thought so. He wanted her to think their pack was great, and maybe even want to join it.
They were getting off on the wrong foot, so to speak.
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