There was no way in hell Lochlann was going to stay cooped up in his room, not on Valentines Day. It was the best time of the year to get a date, because there were plenty of people feeling sorry for themselves.
Lochlann was done with feeling sorry for himself. He was on the prowl, a hunter looking for his prey, and what better hunting ground than the formal dance?
He'd gotten a suit from his dealer, had his unruly hair cut, and picked up a bottle of whiskey that he'd poured into the flash tucked into his pocket. Overall, he looked damn good, but Lochlann's normal confidence was a little shaken. He was trying to hide how uncomfortable he felt in a suit, and the crutches didn't help, either.
There was no chance of dancing, not while he was recovering from a gunshot, and that took away his greatest weapon: asking a sad, lonely girl to dance.
So instead of hunting like he'd planned, Lochlann found himself, sitting alone at a table, on Valentines Day.
This was not even close to how he'd planned it.
Lochlann was done with feeling sorry for himself. He was on the prowl, a hunter looking for his prey, and what better hunting ground than the formal dance?
He'd gotten a suit from his dealer, had his unruly hair cut, and picked up a bottle of whiskey that he'd poured into the flash tucked into his pocket. Overall, he looked damn good, but Lochlann's normal confidence was a little shaken. He was trying to hide how uncomfortable he felt in a suit, and the crutches didn't help, either.
There was no chance of dancing, not while he was recovering from a gunshot, and that took away his greatest weapon: asking a sad, lonely girl to dance.
So instead of hunting like he'd planned, Lochlann found himself, sitting alone at a table, on Valentines Day.
This was not even close to how he'd planned it.