Chung-Ho tapped his fingers against the counter while grazing through the messages on his phone. All of them were from women of the past, either trying to recreate a spark that was never there, sending messages of anger, or simply wondering if would be out tonight. None of them received a response. Scrolling back up out of boredom, he spotted the last message his "girlfriend" had sent him.

If no one else does, she deserves a response.

Letting out a small sigh, he started responding to her, telling her that he had snuck away from his duties for awhile and, albeit monotonously, told her that he was at the bar. A moment later, she responded with a "Omw"

He struggled with the acronym. Making up words that could had possibly explained the dumb shortening. Operator. Might. Wish? he guessed to himself but ultimately feeling he was wrong. Looking around, he spotted a female bartender and as she passed him by -going about her duty- he leaned forwards and as always, in a gentle tone said. "Excuse'me, do you think you can help me out?"

Nanix turned her head to the young man, placing her hand on the bar to keep herself up "What can I do you for?" She asked, observing him. He was obviously a bit too old to drink. Maybe he was trying to flirt? She hoped not. She was gonna try her hardest to ask out stiofan tonight (though that effort wasn't looking all that fruitful).

Once Carlson had returned to his spot near the window, Andrew stood up, his jacket slung around his shoulder, revealing the flannel shirt he had worn underneath. Rather than warn the others, he decided to check out the situation first, and left the bar through the front entrance. Upon stepping out into the cool San Franciscan evening air, he scanned the nearest rooftops, searching for any resemblance of a figure. He saw no one.

Instead, he turned around and admired the street for what it was. Nestled in between the city's financial center and its abandoned former fisheries, it had quite an eclectic smell, combining both the crisp, air-conditioned air of the nearby offices and the thick, seemingly incessant body odor pervading from the seafood warehouses-turned-homeless shelters. Once he had taken a whiff or two of the stuff, Andrew coughed, taking a step backwards and tripping over a bottle of some sort. He fell for what seemed like a full minute before smashing the back of his head on the sidewalk's concrete, effectively knocking him unconscious.

Oh, I see how it is, Stíofán thought, when James, the newest member of the pack, ignored him. Carlson probably told him not to like me. Stíofán had had the feeling Carlson didn't like him from the day night he joined the pack. It's probably because I'm Irish. or maybe the fact that i'm just as strong as him. Stíofán had wondered before what made Carlson choose to not make him an Omega. Anyway, Stíofán enjoyed his freedom to drink as much as he wanted. He's probably too scared of the thought that I'm not afraid of tearing people limb from limb, Stíofán thought, finishing his pint of bitters. He was angry, and whilst it wasn't too late yet, he ordered a glass of Irish Whiskey, neat,

Mira waited for the man to respond to her, but instead another man walked up and asked him what was going on, and the man responded with no idea, but we have to be careful. ”Okay…” Mira said under her breath, rolling her eyes. Continuing to sip her drink and a little annoyed she’d been ignored, she went back to the stool she’d been at before. Apparently these people that had arrived were a little group and didn’t want anyone joining. Fine. She’d wait for others to come that were more welcoming.

Kat rolled her eyes as James walked away from the Irish member of the pack, she never tried to pronounce his name... She was afraid she'd get it wrong so mostly she'd taken to calling him red because of his hair. Whether this pissed him off or not, she wasn't sure because she didn't have many occasions to actually call him that to his face. This was one of the first nights they'd spent any significant amount of time around the pack. She chased after James and punched his shoulder, "Um... Red was talking to you."

James blinked, "He was?"

"He was setting right beside you..."

He rubbed the back of his neck, "Damn... I was thinking too hard again."

She scoffed, "More like eyeballing the girls."

He shrugged and went back over to the irishman, "Sorry, I didn't hear you guy." He offered his hand to the other werewolf, "Its what I get for having my head up my ass tonight... You know whats going on with Carlson?"

Kat had seen James heading for the party girl earlier (whirlwind) and decided she looked interesting enough to talk to. Sure she wasn't James but the girl looked bored and Kat could relate.

"Hey, I haven't seen you here before. I'm Kat."

Stíofán noticed that James had come back to him. Probably here to chat up the barmaid, he thought. But that wasn't what James had come for, he began speaking to Stíofán, aplogising, and then offered his hand to him. Stíofán didn't know whether this was a genuine apology, or whether it was Carlson trying to make him think it was. Stíofán shook James's hand, but gripped ass hard as he could, he wanted to test him. "Hey," he said to James, "I don't think we've had the time to introduce ourselves to one another, i'm Stíofán."

Carlson sighed as he saw Andrew leave the tavern/bar out the front. There was nothing he could do about that. Andrew was his own rebellion wrapped up in a package of testosterone and defiance. There was nothing he could do about that except pray that he respected him a bit. Carlson didn't worry all that much though. He knew that Andrew was smart. He was the best Omega they had - if anyone could take care of that suspected hunter, it was him. He had half a mind to name him the head Omega, where he a better listener. But regardless, Carlson kept his eye on his pack, watching them drink and scoping out the various peoples in the bar that might be eligible to join the pack. The barista had been in his sights for a while. Not so much for his sake, but for Stiofan's. She had a good head on her shoulders, and when the manager wasn't around, she kept the bar in line better than he'd seen anyone else do so int he years he'd been coming to the bar. She'd make a good Omega along with Stiofan, when he deemed them ready, that is. But he still needed to think about it.

James' mouth curled into a half smirk, he knew what the other man was doing and didn't back down. He'd never been one to do so, even when he probably should. He gripped back, just as hard shook twice and released the irishman's hand. The guy had a damn good grip though, he had to say. "James," he greeted back. "It was my sister's idea to join the pack... She probably knows everyone better than I do." Normally, James probably would have held the handshake longer but since his issues with changing he'd tried to veer away from anything that could make him get pissed... The pain triggering the change caused wasn't worth it... Most of the time. "Looking forward to the full moon?"

Back before his problems, the full moon had been his favorite time of month... Now though, he dreaded it.

"Yeah, I like a full moon, so I do" he told James. Stíofán noticed that James had a strong grip on him, perhaps he knew what he was doing. Stíofán wanted to see his limits, though. He up his arm of his shoulder, and squeezed, making sure that he was doing it right on a pressure point on the shoulder. "You've got a good grip on you," Stíofán told James.

Mira asked for another drink, a bit stronger one this time, and pulled her reflective shades down over her eyes. She got her new drink and looked up as a girl approached her and introduced herself as Kat. Mira raised a brow, hoping the chick wasn’t hitting on her but was just being friendly. Mira didn’t think she could get that drunk…

”Mira,” she said back, eyes covered by the sunglasses and raising her glass a bit to the other girl to say a sort of greeting before taking a drink. ”Are you with anyone else here? Seems like a lot of the people in here know each other. Have to admit- never been to this bar before,” Mira said, running a hand over the top of her head through her hair and shaking it out a bit.

Chung-Ho smiled flatly at the barmaid before bringing his phone into her sight. “Can you tell me what this means?” he asked her, pointing towards the “omw” message. “It's a bit confusing for me, English isn't my first language.”

Though he had fought against such assumptions in the beginning, it should had been obvious that he wasn't your typical American. His clothes, though a bit incomplete, were a suit nonetheless. Finely dressed in a bar was a bit, much, but he couldn't see any other way of leaving the house.

He brought himself closer so that she could see his phone better. Perhaps she would know.

Nanix quickly skimmed "Oh, "o-m-w" means "On my way" She explained "Can I get you something to drink?" She then asked, her hand reaching for a glass " You look like you could use a cold one."

Kat smiled slightly, "Yeah, I'm here with my brother and a couple of others... You looked bored and I have to admit, being here with a bunch of guys is cool and all but too much testosterone can be a bad thing. Plus, my brother was eyeballing you earlier so I thought I'd annoy him by getting in his way." She shrugged, "It's the simple things..."

Mira smirked at Kat’s words, shrugging her shoulders a bit. ”Yeah the crowds I normally find at bars are a bit more… open to talking. But I guess since most of ya’ll know each other… Which is your brother? Personally I like hanging with guys. Unless they get too serious. Guys are all about having a good time until they start to fall for you,” she said, making a ‘tsk’ sound with her lips, a slight snarl on her gaze, as if falling in love would be the most annoying thing that could possibly happen to her. ”Oh, and what all is your group doing later? I have nothing to do tonight if ya’ll don’t mind a straggler,” she said, drinking some more and smacking her lips.

He pulled his phone back to himself, his dark eyes lifting in realization. Of course that's what it had meant. Without responding to the text, he placed his phone back into his pocket. Unfortunately he couldn't order anything to drink; alcohol was prohibited from him. A young master was never to be drunk in the presence of others, so he had forbidden himself all together from drinking.

He lifted a hand up in rejection of her off. “No thanks, but I appreciate the offer. Actually, do you have anything that's non-alcoholic? Ice coffee maybe?

"We're not a cafe" Nanix raised an eyebrow "We've got fountain soda, and virgin drinks" She listed briefly "And bar food, if you want me to hand you the menu" She casually offered after. She waited for a response

Chung-ho sighed disappointed. “No thank-you, but-” He came to a halt; a eerie feeling beginning to creep over his body. It felt like... like perhaps he was in danger. As if he was surrounded by it in fact. He looked over his shoulder at the boisterous crowd, and warmly lit bar but couldn't seem to pinpoint it, so he ignored the feeling and turned back to the barmaid.

Dark brows lightly furrowed and black eyes pointed downwards, he responded. “but- umm, yea, thanks for the help,” He told her absently. With a small twist, he faced back towards the counter.

That was weird, he told himself, if only to rationalize the unusual.

"... alright then" Nanix replied, confused by the look but not about to ask. She got back to serving other customers, and attempting to build up the guts to ask out Stoifan

Chilling by the window after Carlson's talk with the omegas, Kalib wondered if there was going to be trouble tonight. He hoped that tonight wouldn't be a problem because hunters are really annoying to deal with. The weather channel said it was going to be a pretty chilly night and it wouldn't be fun having the wind in his fur only because he and the pack were running from a hunter. His eyes swept about the pub to see if anything was amiss. Nothing really except a few new faces. "Just one more birthday and I'm hella legal to drink. Can't wait." He thought, remembering the innumerable times he went with buddies to the bar but never had a full glass of alcohol. "Soon." He clenched a fist, internally promising that his first drink will be a scotch. Hard scotch.

With a sigh, he scanned around again, ticking off the pack members as he went and then he stopped. "Where did Andrew go?" He didn't know the guy personally but it wasn't comforting to know an omega is missing when there's a possible hunter outside. Stepping away from the window, he went around to look for Andrew.