Original Fic -- Wereyorkie, 1/1
This little drabble actually follows this year's Halloween Fic (to be posted on or around October 31st), but I thought I'd put this one up first since it's done.
Summary: A meeting in a pub.
Pairing: Evan/Vincent/Matthew; Collin/Eric
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Drabble from the Trick or Treat universe.
Wereyorkie
"Hi! I'm Matt. So, you're a werewolf?"
The small redhead stiffened. Beside him, Vincent was smirking, so this was probably a set up. Though the guy hanging all over Collin The Maybe Werewolf laughed, so it wasn't going to turn out bad.
"I prefer canine lycanthrope," Collin The Canine Lycanthrope informed him.
"Cool." He nodded, just in case they'd missed that, and took another sip of beer. "Why?"
"Because."
He nodded again. Canine Lycanthrope sighed, exasperatedly.
"Because the word werewolf is a prejudicial term which unfairly stereotypes its subjects as vicious, predatory, unfriendly animals."
He took several sips of beer to try to digest that. Helpfully, Ev was on his way back with another pitcher for the table, and a spiked vodka for Vincent.
"Plus, he's not really a werewolf," Companion Of Collin The Not A Werewolf announced. "His other form is more of a yorkshire terrier."
"Cool," he replied. Evan slid the pitcher onto the table and eyed them all with equal suspicion. He did that a lot. Matt hoped he looked innocent.
"Did I miss the introductions?"
"Oh!" Right, he'd been getting the beer. "These are Vincent's friends."
"Hey, I'm Eric."
"Evan."
"Collin."
"He's a wereyorkie!" Matt interjected, when it looked like they were just going to shake hands instead of pulling Evan into the conversation. (Evan often needed to be pulled into conversation, otherwise he got stiff and pricklier than usual.)
Vincent suddenly went all giggly on him, and Collin The Wereyorkie smacked his forehead into the table. Weird guy.
"Hey, Ev, do you want more beer?"