#kendall001

[vomolupo-blog]

&. @kendallryxn

      The Den was a usual haunt of his, which managed to slide by as entirely normal to most, given that it was owned and operated by the pack he belonged to. However, Daniel sometimes wondered if he spent TOO MUCH time there ---it had become his favourite watering hole to drown his sorrows, gamble away his money, and find a warm body to spent an hour with, here and there. He usually went on off hours, while the sun was still up on the occasional day off. This night, however, he’d closed the restaurant early after a line cook caught a waitress’ hair on fire. It was midnight by the time he rolled around ; prime business hours for The Den. He helped himself to a drink --a double of whiskey, straight-- and then spoke to the young woman at the desk who would pair him up with someone for the hour, or the night, or however long he wanted to pay. He sipped on a beer while he sat in the curtained room by the bottom of the stairs that led to the second floor, and waited until the desk worker handed him a room key and sent him up. Despite the fact that he had a key, he knocked on the door he’d been assigned, and waited patiently for whoever was in the room to give him permission to come in. He might have been a john, but he was a polite john, if nothing else. 

[perfectdisastcr]

@ncwperspective

“I’ve been thinking a lot about you and me.” Henley twirled the wine in his glass as he let the aromatic smell linger before he pulled his glance up to see the woman whom he had once cared about. Now, she was merely a pawn in his game of chess, and he needed to woo her in a way that would win her over. “We went through a lot back then Ken. And I just know you still have it in you.” He paused, reaching a low point as he stated his next few words. “I need your help Ken. You still have the same vision. Keep that dream alive.”

[vcrdugo]

&. @kendallryxn

      Valentina had heard from one of the other workers at The Den that something had upset Kendall, recently ---something to do with a customer. Without knowing what had happened, she was worried not only for Kendall’s wellbeing, but for the reputation of her business. If word got out that people could manhandle her employees, there would only be more of that on the rise. Whatever had happened, the alpha had to see that it didn’t go unpunished, if punishment was deemed necessary. Regardless, she had to hear the truth straight from the wolf’s mouth, so she’d stopped in to Kendall’s room, just before her shift was set to begin. 

      She had the courtesy to knock first, but she didn’t wait for a response before she let herself in. When the door swung shut, she leaned against it, hands behind her back. “Kendall, hermosa... Tell me how you’re doing.”