May 3rd, 1890 - Jude's Apartment
Yeah, I think I'm over this
Kieran had not spoken to Jude since the May Day disaster the other day, had not floated by the Augurey, had largely gone off the grid. But the thing with being a werewolf was that one could not truly go off the grid - not when the full moon was tonight and Kieran didn't have any reasonable alternatives. So he'd spent most of the day on a day-drunk bender in the apartment with Eileen, had taken a lengthy nap, and had apparated to the street outside of Jude's apartment with the rabbit cage in hand, a canvass bag of its food over his shoulder. His head pulsed and, post-apparition, his stomach was churning.
The fluffy white thing wrinkled its nose at him.
There was an hour left until sundown and Kieran knew that he stunk of whiskey. He was also significantly rumpled; a significant con of day drinking was the hangover when the sun was still out, but it wasn't as if he'd had other options today. He stepped into the building and walked up to Jude's apartment, banging on the door with his fist twice.
The fluffy white thing wrinkled its nose at him.
There was an hour left until sundown and Kieran knew that he stunk of whiskey. He was also significantly rumpled; a significant con of day drinking was the hangover when the sun was still out, but it wasn't as if he'd had other options today. He stepped into the building and walked up to Jude's apartment, banging on the door with his fist twice.