When Hayley flashed her wolf-eyes at Lexi, she raised an eyebrow. So, her new friend was “special” too, just in a different way.
A moment later, Lexi finally understood the “unless you like your men real hairy” bit. She closed her eyes and chuckled.
“Haha! So, wait. Both of you, then?” Lexi asked, nodding her head toward Jackson as she inquired as to whether or not the married couple were both of the wolf-persuasion.
And then another moment later, Lexi realized that tonight was a full moon. Werewolves couldn’t help but take their wolf forms when the full moon rose. So…
Lexi must have looked worried, for Hayley took a moment to promise that she wasn’t going to bite her - and she warned her to steer clear of the bayou.
No problem there. The bayou was, like, the last place Lexi wanted to be. It was gross, and humid, and there were bugs… And there was generally nothing “cool” happening out there (that she was aware of).
“Like, that’s really cool and all - thanks, by the way - but… Umm… How are you here, like this, all hot and humany and stuff?” Lexi asked softly enough to not be heard by humans above the loud music, but loud enough for a fellow supernatural to hear.
“Also, I promise I won’t bite either,” Lexi added with a smirk with a brief flash of fang.
And then, Hayley ordered a pair of shots.
“Woo! Hell, yeah! Shots!” Lexi replied. “Thanks!”
“I dig your style, Hayley!” she said, picking up one of the shot glasses that the bartender had just deposited on the bar in front of them. “Cheers!” she happily hollered, gently clinking her tiny glass against the other one.