[center][img]http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p185/ladythang19/Alex_zpsf9ry2gng.jpg[/img][/center][center][h1][color=007236][i][b] Alex North[/b][/i][/color][/h1][/center]

Alex gave nothing away in his voice or expression. He couldn't trust this guy any more than he could have trusted Samuel. He felt it, he knew this guy was just as bad, call it instinct. [color=007236]"Well then I guess congratulations then."[/color] Alex's tone was dry with a lack of interest. [color=007236]"Eve....Whiskey please."[/color] He said to the waitress as she passed him. She nodded. Alex studied the wolf. [color=007236]"So what does that have to do with me? Killing an idiot is nothing new to me."[/color] Alex sounded bored with him.

The waitress delivered the glass of whiskey and left. Alex looked like he might leave in another second or two. He knew part of this wolf's attitude was his love of attention and keeping the focus on himself. The snappy dressers were always like that at least a little bit.

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