"The women want to get all in your pants, Dimitri." Yvette had a sly smirk as she sipped her beer, sparing the woman who catcalled him a glance. She shrugged her shoulders, and soon her gaze drifted and settled onto the bleeding figure. "How casual... Wait..." She whispered.
The young woman's eyes narrowed as she had realized who that bleeding man was. She nudged Dimitri and pointed over at the lad, her voicing growing to a low whisper. "It's Thomas..." Yvette didn't know why he thought that it'd be okay to nonchalantly show up at a bar to drink... But whatever he decided, it was kind of stupid. "Mkayy... Well, I'm just gonna..." She slipped out of her stool to approach Thomas. "Welp, time to see him out."

Nanix

Nanix frowned a bit. He was in a mood, huh? She put on a brave face, hoping not to look disappointed "Alright then" She turned away, going to serve anyone else who was at the bar

Dimitri stared down at the cooled water, his lips pulling into a small smirk of it's own at the 'Hey boy' from the girl across the bar. However, despite this, his mind was running a mile a second, the man easily returning his gaze to the drink down in front of him. Something didn't sit right with him...

Thomas must have had an accident, that much was evident, but he had only heard rumors of the wild pack miles away from Greyville, back in the mountains that he had just eradicated...so whom, and what, had the other man been hunting? A random wanderer that had gotten too feisty during the full moon light? An old werewolf that wanted one more bout before he keeled over and died? No...Thomas was too skilled for that; he wouldn't get injured by an old, waning beast. Not to mention that not a lot of people seemed surprise at the blood.

Gripping the cold cup with one calloused, gloved hand, Dimitri took a long sip, leaning back at the bar and stretching his arms above his head. His leather jacket was made from a pilfered Kevlar alloy, capable enough to stop a wolf's razor-sharp fangs and claws with minimal injury...not to mention he had an old family friend that tailored his clothing and weapons, for only a small amount of funding, which was easy with the wealth his father had managed to accumulate over time.

Right now, however, the jacket was making the already warm room a bit hot, so Dimitri took it off, rolling it up and resting it on the counter beside his drink. This showed the tears in his long-sleeved shirt, and a few splatters of wolf blood, but the blood had long since dried, and the scent was practically non-existant. Just to be safe, he rolled the sleeves up his forearms, revealing long, jagged scars along the skin.

Dimitri threw his jacket over his shoulder, and finally decided to stand. Walking over to Thomas and Yvette, the Russian Hunter smirked slightly larger, clasping Thomas on the shoulder that held the injured arm. "Ты полный отстой." He commented, his voice's accent becoming a Hell of a lot thicker due to him using his mother tongue. Dimitri sat down beside him, slapping Thomas lightly on the cheek to make him alert. "Go to the hospital." His voice was blunt and direct.

Everything went as expected. People poured into the bar, both familiar faces and curiously unknown ones. Anton was at full speed too. Already. While it certainly took some strong juice to get her going, it never took long. While picking up the glass of cheap booze - "Thanks a bunch, cutie!" - Jesse decided to keep an eye on her situation. Always payed off to stick to the drunks, always came with lots of opportunities.

"Picking on people you think are weaker than you, again?"

While she didn't exactly sweep the room, her sense of smell and hearing got her a pretty good idea about who of the pack participated in the lil' monthly get-together, but somehow she still had missed picking up on Fayth. Odd, she thought, before the full extend of the blondes little 'poking fun/insult' hit her. Causing her to grind her teeth for a brief moment, before she put up the most sickeningly sweet and obviously fake smile.

"Somebody's gotta pay the tab, right?"

Her retort was anything if not odd. Confusing for anyone who didn't know her, no doubt. Jesse loved to poke fun at how uncomplicated it was to simply beat some poor sod into the pavement and take their cash, when the other pack members tried to live a genuine, honest life with a secure income like normal people do. To the average person she'd just seem like a careless thug thriving in the utter absence of the public law in Greyville, but to the pack she was a special kind of pest. One that didn't bother to fit into human society and shamelessly abused her unfair advantages to her personal gain. It was a thorn in everyone's side, specifically for those who masked their true nature and worked hard for their paycheck. She never bothered to hide her mugging deeds either, and often enough described them with a certain pride, just to rub it in and annoy the others even more. For Jesse, there was nothing negative about picking on weaklings. Survival of the fittest in its up-to-date form, as she liked to argument.

Despite the carefree and self-ironical answer, it gnawed on her. The whole woman gnawed on her. She had planned to get back on Fay for a while now, for the beating she received. All it took was an (un)lucky encounter at night...preferably with two other betas, if not three. She had just to work out who'd qualify for the job and how to rile them up against the omega. Not an easy feat for someone who is generally making enemies left and right.

Looking after Fay for just a second, Jess noticed Mori after completely missing her arrival as well. She made a mental note to pick a place that didn't put her back towards the door next time and gave her a respectful nod during a brief moment of eye-contact.

When the bleeding guy entered the bar, she barely reacted. The intense smell of large quantities of blood didn't leave her completely unphased, but she managed to behave and not show it. Letting off steam earlier helped a great deal, too. Contrary to the general awe the bleeding man seemed to inspire, she payed him an impressed whistle. From one blood-splattered person to another.

The night was still young and full of opportunity, and Jess was not nearly lit enough to pick a fight with someone her own size yet, so she decided to sit tight, sip cheap vodka and eavesdrop on Fay and Mori for the time being.

Thomas

His beer finally arriving to it, taking a long gulp before stopping and gasping for breath, he looked around and more people were giving him glances or even worried looks. He simply shrugs it off, he did however, raise an eyebrow at how some of the patrons began getting a bit more fidgety after seeing him, well specifically, his arm. "Probably the moonshine." he thought to himself before taking a quick gulp of the beer.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a familiar figure, though could barely recognize her because of the beer or the loss of blood, eitherway, "Oh, Yvette, is that you or am I starting to see things?" he asked her outloud with a wide grin, "How's it goin?"

"Ты полный отстой." he heard from a Tall Russian man, with a really thick accent, "Is that Dimitri? No way." he utters but then gets a light slap on the cheek followed by, "Go to the hospital."

"Well, hello to you to Dimitri, got even bulkier last time I saw ya', how is that even humanly possible?" he asked, still maintaining that stupid grin on his face. "This little scratch, I'll get it checked out soon, lemme just finish my beer" he said to him, but leans in and whispers in a serious tone, "Did you notice? Some of em' are eyeing my arm and even getting fidgety."

A grin formed on his already smiling face,
"Hah, fucking with you man, course there's no Wolves in here eh?" he said finally and finished the last drop of his drink, he get's up then stretches, and he also notices the blood spots and gives a bigger tip than usual. Right before leaving, he notices Fay, waving his injured hand at her caused the blood to smear on Dimitri's back, Yvette's face and a random customers shirt, bowing a quick apology to them, he quickly ran away and says to Fay right before, "Well, uhm, sorry I'll be leaving you with the mess, there's a tip on the table."

After saying that sentence, Thomas runs out of the bar, hearing what sounded like a whistle towards him before hitting the door.

Right after leaving the door and losing his balance, there was a beep that came on his phone, a message, but with Thomas being out for the count, he couldn't check it.

Taking his sweet time to get to the bar, Kalib walked with a pop song beat in his step and in no hurry to join the others. The Californian embraced the chill of the night air, savoring its freshness and relative familiarity. "The guys should be having a blast by the time I get there." He thought to himself, ticking off the names of his fellow pack mates as he spotted some dark drippings on the sidewalk. "Or, maybe the "fun" is just getting started. I really hope this wasn't Jesse again." With a sigh he began to jog his way to the bar, hoping to god that a fight hasn't started when a man came crashing through the bar door. The scent of blood overcame Kalib.

"Whoa!" He exclaimed, dodging before the bloody man fell on him. Sure he was used to seeing guys literally falling out of the bar drunk off their rockers but what the hell?! "Hey, are you okay?" He questioned, careful not to step on the stranger or get blood on himself. "Say something, dude!"

For a moment he glanced into the bar window and spotted Carlson and Mori --relieved the alphas were there. His eyes quickly scanned to find Jesse at the bar and thankfully not looking like she was the one to bloody this guy at his feet. Kalib turned his attention back to the guy but ready to jump into the building for some help.

"Whoa hey!" Yvette yelped as Thomas had attempted to walk himself. "Don't be stupi-" She was about to grab onto his shirt collar, but instead someone had caught him. "Uh..." Maybe what Thomas was rambling about was true? Her Uncle was right... And he was far from being sane. She immediately ran to her ally's side, yanked him away from the other male and dipped her head down. "He's in my care, sorry for the trouble."

She cleared her throat, gave the man a long stare, and shook her head. "Uh, fuck. I need a med kit, because there's no way he's going to survive a ride to the hospital like this. Do me a favor, go inside and start screaming or something." Yvette propped him up at the wall and removed her jacket so that she'd be able to tear a part of her shirt to at least delay the bleeding slightly while whoever had so decided to help would actually do something.

The phone in her back jeans pocket buzzed, making her raise a brow and check real quick before scoffing and setting it to the side so that she would be able to focus on her injured ally. "God damn... You really fucked yourself over." She murmured, shaking her head lightly as she wrapped the torn piece of cloth over his wound.

"Please hurry up with the kit?"

Kalib let the woman take her bleeding friend from him and nodded. "Right," and headed inside. He recognized the black-haired bartender and ran to her. "Hey, call an ambulance. Some guy just fell outside and he's covered in blood! His friend it out there with him but he really needs to get to the hospital, and fast." Keeping his voice calm, he tried not to make anyone panic. He told himself in his head that the guy will be okay so long as 911 comes.

Dimitri scowled once he saw the guy ask for the ambulance, rather than getting a medkit, as asked. Maintaining his temper; which he was rather easy at, the Russian got up from where he was leaning on the wall, nearby, moving towards the bar's counter. Easily sliding over, he quickly located the red and white medkit, underneath the counter's tabletop. Grabbing it, Dimitri slid back over the counter, long legs quickly striding him over to where his two accomplices were leaning against the building, outside.

His sunglasses were back on, hiding his eyes, but it also allowed him to see easily, despite the darkness from the nightsky. Crouching down, Dimitri handed Yvette the first-aid kit, before taking a few steps back, so that he wouldn't get in her way. First-aid was definitely not his forte, and he knew that Yvette had training in it...most-likely from her delusional Uncle. "Dumbass..." He muttered underneath his voice, once again, but it was unknown on who the insult was directed towards.

Nanix watched Kalib come and tell her to call 911, then Demitiri come and take the kit. "... something tells me that guy has it" She pointed to him. "you want a drink?"

"Huh?" He turned, seeing the tail end of a hulking man leave with something red and white. ". . . . Oh. Er, okay. A rum and cola, please. . ." Kalib said, awkwardly seating himself at the bar. He felt like a spaz for running in like that, and a blockhead for not going for the first aid kit. Attempting not to look as embarrassed as he felt, he leaned against the counter. "How's the night going for ya? Got a lot of tips?" With the multiple times the pack has gone drinking before the full moon, Kalib had began to favor this bartender more then her co-workers and silently scolded himself for not asking her name after all this time.

Seeking a peek over his shoulder, he wanted to see if anyone was staring or, at least, not noticing him. "Man, you mucked this one up real good. How will the pack expect to rely on you when you're being stupid and can't handle getting the first aid kit." Chastised his mind. It was one thing being one of the younger werewolves in the pack; its quite another being a young omega who needs to do his job.

@Dark Wind

Avery listened patiently as Fayth talked and talked about the boys and getting tipsy, her lips almost never stopped moving. It could be good though, at times. Especially when things got uncomfortably silent. Then Fayth mentioned something about a gross guy who needed help, and Avery looked around, her tired eyes frantic.

Yet...She saw no one. Avery turned back to Fayth and squinted. "Fayth, are you sure? I don't see anyone. Did he leave, did he look confused?" She resisted the urge to rest her hand on Fayth's forehead to check for a fever. "If you're busy right now, I'll let you get back to your friend's while I make my rounds. Uhh, ladies, do you want anything? Refills, food. Anything?"

She took out her little notepad, flipping it open and bringing out a mechanical pencil, covered in scratches and stickers of rainbows. "I suggest our cosmos with a strawberry topping or a lemon twist. Its delicious!"

Fayth Morrow

Between talking about guys and keeping track of everyone at the bar, this was getting exhausting. 'Yes, I'm sure you idiot.' She thought. Tired of everyone giving her lip. Seemed everyone had something to say around here. God, putting up with Jesse and her bad habit of street fights, Mori's suspicions, Ryan's boyfriend. Fayth needed to let out a big sigh. Instead of sipping on that weak appletini like a ditzy blonde girl would, she straight chugged it down in one go. 'Fuck, that's gross.' Fayth cringed. A whiskey girl at heart. Her hand grabbed a hold of Jesse's arm and she made sure to look at her. Even if Jesse might not make eye contact, Fay kept a steady and intense gaze on her face. "We can pick up the tab in much better ways. Safer ways." Keeping in mind everyone around. "Like, I could give you such great pointers, girlie!" Flash the big smile for the cameras. Turn, pose. Then looking over at Mori, she pat her on the back. "I'll be back honey, I know you want to talk to me so so badly."

Fayth looked up at Avery. "By the way, this sweetheart right here," indicating Mori, "She ordered her usual. Some juice. No alcohol can you believe it? It's like she's against fun or something." Fay turned to the door. Her scent picking up the blood easily. It made her hair rise and her heart race faster. The blood of animals, she could deal with. But humans? She wanted to stay clear of that path. It didn't lead anywhere. Nowhere except a place of tears and blood. On her way out, Fay yelled out over to Kalib. The other omega who in fact was doing just fine. Calling 911 was one half of the job, the first-aid kit was the second. "Get on the phone and call 911, alright? Sound good? Great." Fay nearly rolled her eyes click-clacking with her ridiculous heels on out the door.

Once outside she caught sight of the tall, muscular Russian. He didn't look like someone anyone would like to pick a fight with. Not even a guy Fay would like to fight. Then again, if she could avoid every fight, she would. Not to mention, while Fay was coming out to check on Thomas' health (he was a solid drinking partner), the beep of his phone also interested her. A quick snatch of his cellphone could be nice. The item could sell for a few dollars. Good money. Two problems being Dmitri standing there, and Yvette also watching over him. Fay kneeled down with Yvette. "Do you know what you're doing? If you don't, say so right now and I can take over from here! I'm having an ambulance called because let's be real here guys, he def needs to get to the hospital."

Fay paused for a second. Looking at Thomas who was bleeding out. "Gauze, anti-septic wipes, anti-biotic, use the goddamn gloves or risk infecting him, and hurry up and use that mother fucking adhesive tape. If you don't hurry up, I will!"

Catching Fay's command as she, too, left out the door, Kalib felt only a smidge better knowing another omega was here in case he messed up. He pulled out his phone and dialed emergency services, telling them the situation, and getting back to what he was doing. "If that guy really does need help, at least someone's coming." He thought, a little less dismal this time. Shoving the negative thoughts from his head, he bucked up and resolved to focus on his job. Turning in his seat, he looked about the scene with alertness. If anything else were to go wrong, he'd make sure he'd catch it (and that he didn't do it himself).

It seemed that the usual suspects were at the bar that night. The alphas, a few betas, a bunch of townsfolk looking to have a good night. Even though he was at the bar, he wasn't expecting to get too drunk that night. It wouldn't be new if a few hunters would try to scope out targets a few days before the full moon and Kalib wasn't going to let anyone hurt their pack. Not on his watch.

@NanixErka@Trinais



Anton watched Ryan walk away with hungry eyes and made herself comfy on her chair. She should really come here regularly - force Ryan into working weeks, perhaps? Anton didn't really know how she felt about Ryan. His eyes are so dreamy... She was awoken by a rapid voice in her ear.
"You are done drinking."
"Fuck off Carlson. I can drink as much as I intend to. Which, like all of the rest of my private life, is none of your business."
Anton watched Thomas being tended to by, literally, everyone. She took this as an opportunity to get away from Carlson, and lifting herself over the bar, went into the cooler room where she found Ryan.
"Hey, Ryan? I've waited long enough, where do you store my Vodka?"
She began rooting through cupboards without waiting for an answer. 'Fuckin' Ryan,' she thought.

Mori
Did it only seem or was the bar really unusually loud that night? Sure, it was a rush hour, like every other month before the full moon. A pack of wolves ordering drinks, and causing minor troubles that come with that, then some other human locals, who were also more or less regular costumers in the bar. In all that crazy bunch, Mori noticed three fairy new visitors, who on a first glance seem to know each other. And yet they did not make an entrance together. That guy, who soon became the center of all the attention, bursting in the bar covered in blood, and then Mr. Muscles, as Fay called him, drinking water, while everyone around him was indulging in the mind numbing liquid. He sure seemed like a dream date for Mori, but judging from herself, she knew that you should never trust a man who does not drink alcohol, because they are probably up to something.

She lost herself in thought with scanning the mysterious threesome, and completely overhead Fay's words about her not being fun due to drinking juice. When she finally got her drink, she realized all the fun had already moved outside, with the three strangers gone, and of course Fay, who seemed to take control of the situation pretty well. Strangely enough, that didn't bother Mori at all, what bothered her was the fact that Carlson was giving all the attention to Anton, who did what she knew best – victimize herself with overdrinking, and then getting all the attention for it.

''Carlson!'' she called for her partner, who didn't seem to hear her the first time. ''God dammit, Carlson!'' she called for him again, and then walked herself right next to him, right at the moment Antony managed to get away from his norturing grip. ''Something's up,'' she said through her teeth, looking at Carlson to see if he was monitoring his surroundings at all. ''Something is not right here. I can feel it.''

"I would prefer it if you move away..." Yvette murmured. She dug through the medical kit, working quickly to at least clot the wound so that the flow of blood would cease. "The wound isn't too harsh, however it is rather deep, but not deep enough to scratch the surface of the bone. It isn't as dire as you think, it was earlier because he did nothing but sit and drink nonchalantly as if nothing had ever happened, and during that timeframe he lost quite a bit of blood." Well, time to put her uncle's teachings into use.

She rubbed her hands on her pants, slipped on the gloves the kit had given her and began to pour hydrogen peroxide onto a sterilized piece of cloth. Antibiotics were important yet surprisingly missing from the medical kit, however that could be settled at the emergency room of the hospital, for now Yvette would have to settle with simply cleaning the wound, then dressing it with a decent layer of gauze and a compression bandage from another piece of cloth.

"I can drive to the hospital faster than an ambulance can arrive, so don't waste your time with calling it." Yvette closed the lit, placed it into the hands of Dimitri, then wrapped Thomas' un-injured arm over her shoulders so that she was able to slide him into the back seat of her Camaro. "I appreciate the help though."

She headed over to the drivers seat and rolled down the window. "Dimitri, meet us at the hospital, afterwards we'll talk." Yvette gave him a small nod, then drove off.

"This would have been a lot easier if someone had decided to go get treated instead of drink... What a pain in my ass. I'm no den mother." She grunted and slammed her fist onto her car horn, honking it violently as she whizzed past cars to make it to the hospital in a short amount of time.

Stíofán ó Faoláin (Stephen Whelan)

Stephen wondered how the Russian man had a connection with the heavily bleeding man, but continued to listen. After a minute or so of talking, the bleeding man left the bar, and a few people followed, including the Russian man and his female friend. Stephen assumed that they were leaving, and didn't follow. However, after a couple of minutes it appeared as though there was a problem outside the bar. He wanted to know what was happening, so he stood up, and went outside. He was about to offer help, when the woman was taking the bleeding man into her car.

Stephen spoke to the Russian man, who was a bit shorter than himself, but more muscular, "I was about to ask if you wanted any help," he told him, not bothering to dull down his Irish accent, "But it looks like you don't need it. What happened?" he asked.

Having eyes on Antons situation rather than the general circus evolving around Thomas, Jess was decently surprised when Kalib entered the bar, squealing for someone to call 911 like a little girl. Confused even. While she didn't say it out loud, the words "Why the hell is everyone head over heals to help some nondescript asshat? What's with the sudden compassion for that human?" formed in her head. When she showed up at the bar showered in blood, people usually shouted at her instead.

"Calm your tits, girl."

The comment was quite openly directed at Kalib, and rather descriptive for the usual tone between the two of them. The guy always seemed to care just a little too much, to overthink things. Way too insecure for Jesses taste. Certainly not the kind of dog one could talk into assaulting a fellow pack member, and thus automatically uninteresting to the girl.

As she emptied her glass and observed Anton following after Ryan - breaking free from Carlson's custody, nicely done! - from the corner of her eyes, Jess was grabbed by Fay. A gesture she despised with a passion. Though being a highly physical person in every sense of the word, someone who loved intimate and rough contact, she preferred to do so on her terms. Being groped unexpectedly like that made the fake smile on her face fade away faster than Antons soberness. She turned to return a cold gaze that seemed to spell "Get your damn hand off me.".

"We can pick up the tab in much better ways. Safer ways. Like, I could give you such great pointers, girlie!"

She usually managed to keep her cool around Fay and wasn't that drunk yet either, but couldn't help hissing a snarky answer to that after the woman. Words violently manifested on her tongue and fought their way to freedom, carried by her slightly vodka-flavored breath. Definitely loud enough for her to still perceive it, and probably half of the folks hanging out around the counter, too.

"I'm sure you're the expert on how to turn your body into profit. Thanks for the offer, but some of us actually have some self-respect."

Averting her eyes from Fay, she kept watch over the doorframe Anton disappeared in. Still looking for an easy opening. A totally wasted girl acting like an asshole, in some semi-secret back room? Definitely a magnet for trouble. And if trouble ensued, she planned to be part of it.

ANTHAR

The night before the full moon. The night before the shit hits the fan.

Anthar woke with a start. His cloths were wet with sweat, and his heart was beating like a hummingbird's wings. The past few weeks he had had the same nightmare every night. His mentor Randal beating him up, yelling "YOU MURDERED ME!" over and over again. No point in trying to sleep again. I need some strong alcohol.

An hour later after a shave and a hot shower Anthar was getting in his car. The ride to the local pub from his rented apartment was a ten minute drive. He spent that time thinking, savoring, the thoughts of the hunt that would surely take place tomorrow night. He arrived at the pub, and parked his '67 Impala on the street nearby. He got out and walked towards the doors of the pub. He saw a young man jogging from the other direction. The man stopped at the pub doors, and was just about to open them when a figure came crashing through the door, falling on his face. From where Anthar was standing he could see that the figure's arm was bleeding terribly. Then he recognized the figure. It was Thomas. And right after Thomas came walking out of the pub Yvette and Dimitri. Anthar put a hand on one of his pistols. He didn't know them very well, but he was told by fellow clansmen that Dimitri was a funny guy. The young man who was jogging ran into the pub yelling something, and Dimitri ran in after him. Yvette was kneeling by Thomas, and a few seconds later Dimitri was back with what looked like a medkit. Another girl came out of the bar and knelt at Yvette's side, saying something. Anthar started running to where Thomas had fallen, but by the time he got there Yvette was already driving off with Thomas in the backseat of her Camaro. Anthar was about to turn to Dimitri to ask what happened when another really tall man came out out of the pub and asked Dimitri with a really strong accent (Irish or Scottish, Anthar didn't really know the difference) the very same question. Anthar waited to hear Dimitri's answer, when Anthar's phone beeped. He saw he received a message from the clan-leader, James. It read:
"Hey, it's a full moon tomorrow, anyone wanna do some planning?
-James"

I hate it when people sign their name at the end of an SMS when the people receiving it obviously have you saved on their phone. Anthar looked back up from his phone.

"Hey, wanna go plan for the hunt tomorrow?" Anthar asked Dimitri. He noticed the other guy standing there had also heard his question.