Coconut Grove better follow me towards, downtown

yeah, agreed tristan with a few nods, shit all over them borders -- we can start them first thing in the morning. and to her comments about hunters... and guardians... tristan merely nodded again, resisting the urge to comment about how he could fight anyone on this god damn planet -- try him, fucker. didn't seem relevant yet. he hoped this would come to be -- maybe... after it was, he could go home -- wait, not home... no, to.. the copse? this was home now -- and tell finley all about his success. 

how he'd done it. how they'd done it. and maybe clover would be there for him to rub it in her face -- how she fucking sucked at life and couldn't start a pack or bang chicks the way he could. loser. 

and then, as tristan had mostly zoned out daydreaming, bat had suddenly taken a more lax position against him... but was wildly close to way too much of him. her head rested across his flank and her elbow dared to graze his nether regions. wait -- i'm on tegan's account. it touched his fucking dick, yo, and it caught him way be surprise. feeling incredibly hot fire flames but noting that she probably had no idea and looked like she was somehow already falling asleep (how the fuck do girls do that??) he decided not to make a scene.

his dick might've, though. his teeth just gritted.