Lachlan stared at the drink infront of him, rolling around the ice idly. The rink of ice on glass made him sigh. He was feeling his age. Three hundred and nine years old and he was alone on his birthday. Shaking his head at his own thoughts Lachlan took a sip of his whiskey. The purr of an engine made him pause a little frown knitting his brow. That engine sounded familiar. Shaking his head he looked around the club noticing for the first time that it was a surprisingly busy Tuesday night.
"Now this is a sad sight. Alone, on your birthday."
Lachlans eyes narrowed sure he was hearing things. He turned on his stool and grinned.
"I knew I recognized the him of that engine. Finally decide to return my car?"
She laughed, a husky sound that hit him straight in the guts.
"Yeah something like that." she leaned over her long silky hair brushing his arm as she took his glass and finished his remaining whisky in one go. "Happy birthday Lachlan".
Handing him back hisglass she climbed to her feet and left.
Suddenly he wasn't so lonely any more- she was home.
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