Never Sleeping, The Party Continues.
Who: Trevor Belmont (poweroflegend) and Helen (troublewaking )
Where: Thorn
When: Morning of March 26, the last day of Trevor's recovery period.
Summary: Trevor's offered drinks in exchange for Helen taking over his shift. Number 22 has come to collect.
Rating: PG for language at most?
A man in green with a scar over his left eye was sitting at the bar, knocking back a tankard of the local brew at one-minute intervals. His only company was a great brown direwolf who slumbered contentedly by his boots in the aftermath of a sumptuous meal (which had been her share of the the day's kill). The hunter smiled at Gal's bliss and gently ruffled her behind the ears. She'd done most of the work today, spectacularly at that. He'd have to think of a proper reward before he returned her to Naoto. This was soon, considering his physical woes were almost at an end.
A bit more of the fiery liquid trailed down his throat. Recovery... sometimes it seemed Trevor spent more time on that than hunting. And with this line of work, he'd probably be doing it even more for the rest of his life. He'd been bedridden after his battle with Lord Dracula three years ago, then again when Isaac's knife had ripped his heart right open. These wounds sustained while fighting Ryu were comparatively milder, more a case of quantity over quality, but they still merited slowing his pace. Somewhat tortuous for a man who wanted to give no less than his all to those he helped watch over.
He had the Lord to thank for substitutes though. And right now, Trevor found himself thinking of the silver-eyed warrioress he'd cajoled into the role. Would Helen show up? He was nearly healed and she had yet to claim her prize. But were someone to challenge him to a bet, he'd have wagered she would come eventually. Unlike her comrades (and how he missed Clare and Galatea, even if he hadn't known them long), Helen didn't look or sound like the type who'd turn down free drinks. And Trevor didn't mind obliging, though living up to his word certainly wasn't the only reason for it.
So just what was that other reason?
After a moment's consideration, Trevor decided he didn't really need one . He signalled Matt's way. Not for another round, but for water to go into Gal's bowl.