Touch Of Dawn

Chapter 2

CHAPTER TWO IS HERE!!!
Finally some Breddy action :D

Chapter 2

It didn't take Eddy long to reappear, the same confident air about him and a sly expression on his face. His female dragon, Yoake, was appeased by some snacks he'd grabbed while passing the kitchen, so it would hopefully keep her occupied for a while.

He smiled impishly at them, finding it amusing they'd waited outside the bar for him.

"You could have gone inside without me. I could have smelled you both out easily."

"Probably, but it's not nice to let an omega wander around alone in close proximity to probably drunk people, even if they're more than competent at defending themselves."

Brett shot him a smile and Ray nodded.

"Okay, let's go in, shall we?"

Eddy quirked an eyebrow. So the alpha was an old fashioned type that still believed in chivalry. He didn't find it to be an awful thing - gentlemen were often dolls, but it was also his job. He had hauled in so many drunk people, it wasn't even funny anymore.

"Sounds good to me." The omega nodded his agreement.

Brett suppressed the urge to place his hand around Eddy's waist. He knew this would be appropriate if he was any other omega, but not with this one.

Instead, he smirked and slapped Eddy's ass when he walked by. Ray snickered and slipped in between them, trying to be a good cushion.

"Bar or lounge?"

The alpha tilted his head, thinking.

"I'd prefer the lounge. Eddy?"

Eddy looked at Brett quickly, then to Ray. He questioned if the mutual slapping was a good sign, like some kind of strange ritual. He was prompted to take it as something good.

"The lounge seems more comfortable, so I'll have to agree."

He smiled. He liked being involved in decision making, or making decisions for people.

They went to the quieter area of the bar and settled on a comfy looking couch arrangement. A beta waiter came and took their orders, mentioning it wouldn't be long before they received their drinks.

Meanwhile, Brett turned to Eddy.

"So, Eddy, tell me a bit about you. You were promoted, I heard, to the captain of your flying squad? That's awesome. You must have worked hard for it." His tone was carefully neutral, not insinuating anything. Brett shed his formal black jacket, and Ray followed suit. It was, after all, a bit warm in the bar, and the longer they sat and drank, the warmer it would get. Brett also loosened the knot of his tie and opened the first button.

Eddy stared for a half second more than was considered appropriate, so he looked away. Once he opened his mouth to speak, he made eye contact.

"There's nothing too interesting about me, besides my job. I'm rather plain. I like books, and I can play a bit of violin and piano. My skills are almost non-existent now, though, with my typically busy schedule. I wake up at four to do endurance and muscle training, eat breakfast, then go to work at 6. Then, if I'm not doing training or work, I spend the rest of my time with my scaly baby Yoake." Even to his own ears, Eddy thought he sounded dull. "Yep, I was promoted. I worked extremely hard for it. I practiced riding for hours, even when my thighs and hips hurt. Basic maneuvers and keeping a cool head are probably the most important skills, especially when leading a whole squad. When things get bad, you can't let your mental space suffer, because there's people relying on you to get them through. There's no room to have bad days or moods; not with lives in your hands."