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Rowan knew that the Coven meeting this morning was ‘mandatory’, but he had bailed anyway. Problems at his family’s company had kept him away from the Heart of Tanner this morning, but he fully intended to venture there tonight. 

The young man had heard about the party from one of his closest friends - Lilith. The messages between them were more of Rowan comforting Lilith than her inviting him. Still though, he knew that the Coven party was open to any and all witches or warlocks. Rather Carlisle decided to try and scold him or not when he decided to arrive, only time would tell. 

As the sun set over the horizon, Rowan showered off the rest of his day before getting [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6a/08/24/6a0824ec6e5d45f16abe8a217cd1fbe4.jpg]dressed[/url]. He took his time getting ready - knowing that punctuality wasn’t a concern for events like these. The young man would deny the fact that he was trying to impress any woman - even if that woman was Delaney. Mostly because Delaney scared him. Or at least his feelings for her did. 

Emotions were weird. 

As he placed the last of the rings on his fingers, Rowan grabbed his leather jacket from the coat rack beside the door and grabbed his keys. Hearing the familiar sounds of paws running across hardwood floors, Rowan turned around to be met by his dog - Sassy - jumping up and doing her best to lick him in the face. There was no point in arguing with the big baby, since she knew she went everywhere with her father and was rarely ever denied anything in life. 

Walking out into the front yard, Rowan made sure that the house was locked up before grabbing his grill and charcoal and placing them in the bed of his truck. Once Sassy had hopped inside and took her respective place beside him on the bucket seat, the pair made their way to the Coven House. 

Upon arriving, Rowan was pleased to see that the party was already in full swing. He hated showing up early to heavy social events and having to force the small talk that came with it. 

As he grabbed his supplies from the back of the truck, Rowan began his journey up the hill and into the backyard of the Coven House before turning around at the sound of a familiar voice. 

Greeted with the sight of Victor, a small smile appeared across his face before responding cheerfully: [color=74BF4C]”Hey man! Long time no see.”[/color] Resituating the bag of charcoal on his right shoulder, Rowan nodded his head towards the truck. [color=74BF4C]”Mind grabbing that case of Guinness from the bed? I highly doubt Carlisle supplied anything with actual flavor.”[/color] 
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