Richards POV:
The sun felt nice on my face. The pool was clean, sparkling, inviting. Alastor's pack house looked like an expensive vacation house or something. But it was a fun place to be.
I heard Alastor's footsteps come up to me, he laid beside me on the mat I'd spread out beside the pool.
"So," he spoke. I heard him pouring some wine. I took the glass from him and drank it. "Like it?"
"It's good." I replied without looking at him.
"It was a recent loot. Really good stuff they had."
I nodded. Being like this, I felt the stress leaving my body. I wasn't worried that Conrad would show up with some news. There was only the sound of the wind, and Alastor talking.
"You finally decided to show up." Alastor said after a moment of silence.
"Alastor, please, can you not?"
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