Isaac Lahey oneshot after Allison's death and he's in England.
Isaac pushed open the door to the Pub. It was warm inside, if he were human, it might've made his nose run, thanks to the drastic contrast to outsides cold rain. One thing he really appreciated about Europe, was the legal drinking age, 18.

He pulled his coat off and hung it on the crowded rack at the door, keeping his navy scarf around his neck. It was lightly packed inside, nearly all the booths and tables taken up, but no one loitering in the walk ways. A spot opened up at the bar and he quickly took it as he swung his leg over the stool and dropped down onto the seat. He was tired and emotionally scattered. It'd already been two months, but he was still collecting pieces of his heart from the floor.

He flashed his ID at the bar tender, asking for two beers. It took a lot to get drunk as a werewolf, but, with enough money and patience, you could get there, but not for long. He took a long swig from his first bottle as the seat next him opened up, and a woman no older than twenty sat herself down beside him. He glanced up at her and stalled slightly as his mind seemed to halt its usual rapid drone, and freeze, trying to receive the images his eyes were sending to his brain, and then process them.

The woman was stunning. A raw, sharp beauty with smooth skin and a sharp jaw, pointed dark blonde eyebrows set above startling green eyes, long blonde hair in waves under a circular hat. He blinked and shook his head as he took another drink and tore his eyes from her, but not before she caught his stare. He quickly analysed where he'd seen that style of hat and acknowledged it was Russian, and that she smelt strongly of Ginger and Coffee, and it intoxicated him, wrapping around his head and sticking to his senses.

The woman tapped her knuckle against the bar top twice and signalled the bar tender with two raised fingers, and a perfect, pearly, white smile. The young German tender nodded and smiled back.

"You come here often then?" Isaac asked as an opening, as he put his bottle down and gave her a small smile. The beauty greatly intreaged him, and it was the first time he'd felt anything other than depression and sorrow, in a long time.

"You could say that." She smiled at him and her eyes practically sparkled in the dim, yellow, bar light. Two shots of something strong were placed in front of her. She downed the first and twisted her face slightly, eyes closed, putting the glass back down as she opened them again. She smiled brightly at the werewolf and held out a thin, delicate hand.

"Prerna, my friends call me Pre." Her accent was strong and definitely Russian, but her English was near perfect. She'd obviously grown up speaking English.

"Isaac." He answered as he shook her warm hand. Her shake was firm and said she knew how to handle herself.

"You're not from around here are you?" Isaac asked as he eyed her with curiosity only lightly masked, due to his really lack of care for such formalities lately.

"I could say the same of you." Pre answered as she shrugged her brows and downed her second shot, this time less affected by its strength. Isaac made a point to finish his first beer in a few large gulps. The woman appeared to hold her liquor very well.

"I' from Irkutsk Russia, visiting family." She explained as she smiled at him and raised a single brow at his empty beer bottle, not saying anything, but clearly amused by his obvious attempt to keep up.

"You?" She added as she signalled the bar tender again with a knock on the bench and four fingers held up this time.

"A town in California, America." Isaac replied as he downed half his second beer and watched the tender pour the shots with fascination.

"What bring' you too Europe, London no less. I mean don' get me wrong, London is nice but out- all- Europe, it', not- best place?" Pre questioned with a smirk and shrug of her brows. Isaac huffed a laugh, she clearly loved her home. He envied that, but right now, it didn't so much hurt to think about.

"I, ah- I have a friend who lives here, I'm staying with him." Isaac explained as he thought about Chris Argent, and then Allison. His mood dropped at the memory of her. Had it been two months already? He had yet to let her go.

"Da, family is very important." Pre replied softly, sensing his drop in mood and mimicking his frown as he stared into space.

"Yeah, I guess." He practically whispered the words, his mind dipping into the Well of pain he'd been pushing down instead of facing. Pre frowned at his reaction and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Blood may be thick, but family does not end with it." She offered the advice with a sweet kind of understanding and he appreciated that.

"Truer words have never been spoken." Isaac noted as he tipped his bottle at her before downing the last of the beer, not yet feeling a buzz. Pre slid three of her shots across the bench to him. She raised the forth, he quickly downed two, chasing a buzz that would take forever to reach and last only half an hour. It was hardly worth it.

"To Europe, to Family, to New Beginings." Pre said to Isaac as he raised his last shot, and smiled, feeling oddly understood. They clinked their shot glasses together. She downed it without reaction as Isaac stuttered and cleared his throat, not having expected it to be so strong. Pre laughed heartily and he couldn't help but laugh with her.

"Diedrich! The Bacardi." Prerna called happily as Isaac chuckled at her and she smiled at him in excitement. As Diedrich, the bartender placed four shots in front of them, Pre grinned at the wolf as she picked one up, holding it at eye level.

"This, is Bacardi one fifty one. Originally made by Bacardi Limited in Bermuda, it was discontinued in 2016, so it's a hard Rum to come by. My treat." Pre explained as she downed the shot blinking rapidly and shaking her head to clear it. Isaac chuckled and down his shot. He spluttered heavily and felt the heat of it as it dribbled down into his stomach sending tingles from his chest out. He was definitely getting drunk tonight.

"Okay- okay. Say, Das v-dun-ya." Isaac asked in a slur as he chuckled and his foot slipped off the rail of the stool and he nearly fell into Prerna's lap. Pre chuckled and placed a hand on his chest to keep him up right as they smiled and giggled in a fit of drunken humour.

"It- it, not das v-dun-ya." She giggled as her hand slid from his chest to rest on his thigh.

"Do svidaniya." They laughed to themselves and Pre hit his leg repeatedly, missing a few times, to get his attention.

"Teper'-t-teper', ty govorish'." She laughed to herself barely able to get the sentence out, and speaking entirely in Russian.

"Hoot, doug." Isaac's brows furrowed in concentration as he tried to think of what on Earth she was saying.

"Hoo-hoot? Wait! Do you mean Hotdog!?" Isaac burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter as the pair leaned on each other, to avoid falling off their stools in laughter.

"Hot, dog. You sound so stupid!" Prerna mimicked the word in a terrible American accent, and it sent the pair into another fit of laughter.

The two young adults spent the evening laughing and chatting in drunken hazes.

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Prerna inhaled sharply as she shot up but instantly regretted it, flopping back down on the bed. She groaned and rubbed her head to try alleviate the extreme headache, nausea and aversion to the sunlight, streaming in through the window.

Isaac groaned beside her. He wasn't in nearly as terrible state as the young Russian beauty, but he certainly felt sick.

"Dear God I drank to much." Pre slurred as she squeezed her eyes shut and rolled over to hide her face from the light, ending up burrying her head under Isaac's chin for shielding. Isaac was laying on his stomach, one arm under the pillow, the other still draped over Prerna's bare waist.

The pair went still again as Pre began to drift off, perfectly content sleeping in whomevers bed they'd made it back to last night. By the smell and familiarity, it was her's.

Isaac stretched lightly, flattening his palm on her waist, his eyes opening wide as his hand ghosted bellow to the smooth curve of her ass. He rose up on his elbow and lifted the cream sheet, looking down in shock. Prerna was nude, and so was he. He dropped the blanket back down as Pre groaned and shuffled closer to him as his shadow no longer protected her from the harsh sunlight.

"Yebat' solnyshko, yebat' Vodku." Fuck sunlight, fuck Vodka, Pre muttered under her breath in Russian. Isaac glanced down at her. She remained lying on her side, completely content nude in bed with practically a stranger. They both remembered, vividly, the sex they'd had last night.

"Stay or go, but do not hover." Her statement was simple, not a question, but an offer. Isaac's mind was running a million miles a minute and he didn't know what to think, but he knew one thing. It had been a long time since he had been physically embraced by another person, and laying there, naked and exposed next to a stranger, he felt oddly at peace.

So, he laid back down, this time on his side, and he wrapped his arms around Prerna, and pulled her flush to his chest, one arm under her head, the other over her waist. Pre buried her head in his chest and lazily draped her arm over his waist with a content sigh.

A/N: Might do a Part 2 if you guys want, but not sure where I'd go with it.