Coconut Grove I'm more into whiskey myself

tristan actually wildly hated that she was staring him in the eyes. it felt like a challenge for power -- something she didn't have in his territory. like, bitch, what. but he was trying to maintain a good relation with a potential recruit... this caused some inner struggle. instead, tristan straightened up a little bit, shoulders squaring as he took a step towards her, not daring to break the eye contact she'd so boldly made. i lead this territory, he corrected her smoothly with a single flick of his tail, which now arced over his back.