"There tits will never be calm." Kalib retorted offhandedly, trying to be funny but not wanting to start a fight with Jesse. He winced at her remark to Fay as the latter left. It's not that he really hated Jesse, he just didn't get all the aggression and stuff. It felt like dealing with a really angry 13-year-old that always had an ax in their hand, but he tried his best not to let her rattle him up.

He saw as Mori went over to Carlson and seemed to be irritated at him. "Poor guy can't get a break, hm." Concern drifted to Anton as he didn't see her go to the back room and lost track of Ryan completely. The smell of that man's blood still pervaded the air along with the bar's floor and smudged against a small part of the counter. It irritated his nose but he attempted to ignore it. It then occurred to him that Stíofán was gone now too. But it didn't bother him much, he just guessed Stíofán was like that and was sure the guy could handle himself.

Anton watched Ryan walk away with hungry eyes and made herself comfy on her chair. She should really come her 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.

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.''

"You think I don't feel it?" Carlson replied - though there was a stinging in his voice. He was done with Anton's victimizing. "Ryan!!" He called for the beta "Anton is banned from the alcohol until further notice" He stated, for sure. He was absolutely done with Anton's alcohol problem, and if she really wanted that damn drink, she'd have to find another bar in this town. oh wait, there is none. He turned his full attention to Mori. "Get the Omegas to start leading the pack out of the bar. casually, in small groups. I don't want it to look like a mass exodus." he instructed to her "it's the best way to go about it. i'll keep an eye out for anything causing any serious trouble, wolf, hunter, or human alike. " he nodded to her. The Omegas listened to her more than him, which was a little annoying, but he knew that this was no time to complain.

"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.

Nanix served him his rum and coke sliding it to him and chuckling- though that stopped as she watched Stiofan leave the bar. She sighed. another opportunity lost.

Dimitri stood up fully, turning around to face the slightly taller man with the thick Irish accent. He actually didn't know what happened - but there was an incredibly logical possibility that a werewolf had managed to get a good hit in on Thomas. He wasn't going to tell a stranger that, however. No...telling a stranger things about their hunting escapades...it was a fine way to get suspicion thrown onto you. Just as he was about to answer, however, another guy walked up, and mentioned a hunt tomorrow. Dimitiri's eyes widened from behind his sunglasses. What if the people in here were werewolves? You just...you didn't talk about hunts in public areas, no matter where you are.

"Got to go. Sorry about the blood." He finally muttered, walking passed Anthar and the Irishman. Going to his motorcycle, Dimitri paused to put his leather jacket on, along with a black, visored Aviator helmet, before sitting on the leather seat and revving the engine. He needed to see what Yvette wanted, and check on Thomas - that fucking idiot. Dirt and dust blasted into the air as Dimitri cleanly hit a 180, blasting out of the parking lot, and down the street, at a max speed of 90mph.

Mori

Mori nodded back at Carlson, feeling relieved that she wasn't the only one with strange sensations around there. She then immediately looked around for Omegas, and called for Kalib, who was standing nearby. ''Kalib, gather the others. Something is up,'' was all she said to him, and knew it was enough. In her eyes, Kalib was a good Omega, who took his job pretty seriously. Compared to Fay, Mori practically adored him. And speaking of her least favourite pack member, Fay was still outside with those Russian folks.

Or not, as it turned out. The moment Mori rushed out of the bar, the troublesome thresome was already gone. ''Damn it!'' she growled through her teeth, and advanced toward the two wolves, and a stranger. ''Fayth!'' Mori never called Fay by her full name, unless the situation was darn serious. And that was something that both of them were very well aware of, which often served as some sort of a secret code for being in trouble. ''Everything all right here?'' she asked with sound authority in her voice, glancing from Fay to Stephen, and then to another man standing beside them, whom she also hasn't seen before. Her eyes stayed upon him, carefully scaning his presence. She couldn't tell if he, too, was connected to the threesome, because she got there only after Mr. Muscles drove off, leaving this guy behind.

Stephen was shocked when he overheard about a hunt, but managed to conceal it. This was something bad, and Carlson needed to know.

Stephen walked back into the bar, and found Carlso. Stephen lowered his voice so that people didn't overhear, and told Carlson, "I think thise people were hunters. We have to be careful, they said something about a hunt, probably tommorow night. I can follow them if you want."

Despite how much Fayth hated the family and family law she was born into, there was one thing her father's teachings left instilled into her psyche. Pride. It took self control not to turn around and grab Jess by the hair and smack her arrogant face against the wooden counter of the bar. Fay had a lot of pride in who she was not only as a person, but who she was as a wolf and all of the skills she had acquired over the years. Most of it had to be picked up rather fast. Either learn, or be cleaning her bloody wounds for hours on end during the harshest winters imaginable. A monumental effort had to be retained not only to keep her cover amongst humans, but even amongst her own pack. This new pack who really didn't know the first thing about her. Other than that she could fight, and often could be suspicious in her exclusive activities. When someone needed to find Fay, she wasn't around. When someone didn't want Fay, she was there. A lot like this woman tending to Thomas' wounds who Fayth didn't know. She didn't need Fay's help and didn't want it. In fact, she was even bold enough to tell her to back off. Fay sighed and did as told. For now.

In the dark of night, under the dim orange glow of a parking lot lamp, an unsettling tingle crawled down her back. Causing her to wrap her hands on her shoulders to prevent from shivering. Was it cold? No. It was the blood. The ever intrusive scent seeped through her flared nostrils and intoxicated her mind. Like someone's hands were taking a hold of her thoughts. Going where they didn't belong. Fay felt as though it wasn't her in her own head. Someone else. Something else. An animal. Fay had to turn away from Yvette, Dmitri, and Thomas for a moment. She sunk her own fangs into her skin just to get a taste of blood. To tide herself over. Taking deep breaths before she could turn around. The crimson haze began to clear, and Fay could see. This entire situation was strange. Closer looks at Thomas' wound said that was no regular injury. Teeth? No. Not teeth. Claws perhaps. Fay remembered the beep of Thomas' phone. Now it became mandatory she acquired his phone whether she asked to borrow it or not.

That girl. That tall Russian. Thomas? Did they all know each other. As Yvette helped Thomas up into the car, Fay kept herself close. Making sure to stay nearby to help. Finding the right angle, Fay dipped her hand into Thomas' pocket. Her deft fingers snatched the phone and quickly turned away. "I'm glad to help. Just get him to safety!" Fay responded with a weak smile over to Yvette as she got into the driver seat. Turning the key and stepping on the gas. Fay's ears perked up once more when a new stranger mentioned preparing for a hunt. 'A hunt?' Fay was prepared to slit his throat then and there. Maybe it was another hunt? For deer, even. No, she knew better. Suddenly, the pieces of the puzzle began to fall in place. This stranger knew the Russian. The Russian knew the girl driving, and they're all focused on Thomas. All of them knew each other.

A hunting clan. The quiet life in Greyville suddenly got a burst of noise. Fay became stirred from her thoughts at the sound of Mori's voice. Fay managed to read the text on Thomas' phone. Full moon. Hunt. James. The ditzy blonde girl act with the bright smile was dropped. Normally, she might comment on Mori calling her by her full first name. The sapphire eyes of Fay didn't look soft, bubbly, or giggly. Instead a flicker of burning rage seethed as she glared at the alpha female. Fay looked like a killer as she strode on by her. The kind of stare that spoke more than any string of words could. As though Fay stabbed Mori's body into a million places with her gaze. She shook her head, striding into the bar. Fay placed the phone under the bar counter as she leaped over.

Every member of the clan had only seen Fay drink weak drinks. Suddenly she had four shot glasses out on the counter. Pouring Maker's Mark whisky into every single glass. With the ease of an experienced drinker, Fay downed every single shot in succession. Slamming down the last and wiping the liquid away from her lips.

"Fuck!"

Everyone was acting very weird. Dimitri muttered something about blood and drove off. The Scottish guy just walked into the bar doing his best to conceal his uneasiness. A young woman who he had failed to notice before re-entered the bar looking as if she was going to explode. Is it something I said?

Anthar turned to go into the bar himself, when he noticed a woman who had rushed out of the bar moments before looking him over, as if she was trying to read him. She was very good-looking, and she seemed to be interested in him, so he decided to try out his flirting skills which he rarely gets to practice.
"Well hello there! You have any idea what's going on?"
Anthar was in a good mood. Maybe I'll get more than a drink out of this trip to the bar!

Having arrived at the hospital, Yvette slammed on her brakes, exited her car, and dragged Thomas out. It took a Herculean effort just to get the half dead corpse inside as well as notify medical staff to give him attention.

"Hey." The young woman said casually to a nurse nearby. "Could you maybe - you know, take him from me?"
"Oh my goodness!" The nurse let out a small gasp and retrieved a wheelchair so that her fellow staff could take over from there. "Please miss, I'll have you fill out his paperwork in the waiting area."
With that said, Yvette sauntered to the waiting room and slumped into a chair. The medical staff gave her a clipboard with the paperwork and a pen so that she'd be able to write down his information.

"Uhuh... So now I'm their guardian." Yvette raised her eyebrows and sighed as she began scribbling on the forms. This had ended up being a total waste of time, and when she had finished, she set the clipboard down on the chair and whipped out her cellphone.

She hadn't quite examined the text she received earlier, and now reading it made her cringe lightly. Well, she might as well send one back, albeit sarcastically.

'New phone
hoo dis B)'

He nodded in response to Mori's order "Right-o, boss." and left his seat to get the other omegas. Stopping himself mid-stride, he swiftly took the rum and cola with him. "No use wasting a good drink."

It only took a few minutes to alert the other omegas that they were needed. As he left his empty glass on the counter (with a nice tip for the bartender, as he assumed they would be leaving soon), he noticed Fay behind the counter. "So there you are!" Relieved to see her back, he walked over to her. He lowered his voice a little. "The bosses need us, I think we're heading out now." His eyes caught a glimpse at the empty glasses in front of them, a little concerned but trying to not pay mind. "You okay there, Fay?"

Still attending her ever-watchful watch over her surroundings in general, Jess was about to get up and see what's what with Anton and Ryan, back there. They had a lot of private time. Seeing how lit Anton was when she disappeared and knowing how aggressive she got in that state, Jesse doubted they'd be making out in private, so it was probably worth investigating.

But alas, something new happened right as she emptied her second glass of booze. Something exciting and amusing, too! Fay re-entered the bar, looking refreshingly furious. A nice change from the act she put up most of the time. Given it was a rather flawless act, leaving most people to believe she actually was some irrelevant blonde chick with half a brain at most. But you only needed to see her drop that act once to know it's a mask, the ferocity held back behind giggly, bouncy goldilocks was much more real. Being a rather 'natural' girl in that regards, Jesse couldn't help to smirk. Though she was a rival first and foremost, the enemy if there ever was one, she liked the fierce side of Fay. She was much easier to infuriate too.

"What's up, hun? Got turned down?"

Of course, Jess was oblivious to the presence of the hunters, didn't know what went down outside and had no idea the pack was about to pack up and leave. But even if she was in the picture, she'd very likely still poke fun at Fay. Upon overhearing Kalibs news, she furrowed her brow, shooting angry looks at him.

"Whyssat? They playin' fun-police again? Somebody gimme another vodka, then!"

The last part of that was directed at the blonde, since she conveniently had her ass placed behind the counter anyway.

@NanixErka


Anton was rooting through the cooler cupboard and a drink had almost touched her lips when she heard Carlson's shout. She drank it anyway, discarding the bottle with a smash on the floor. Removing herself from the cooler room - shivering with the temperature change - Anton walked up to Carlson, her face red.
"How come Fay ish aloud to drink and I'm not?! And Jess ish! 'Dis ish so unfair!" she nodded at Fay and Jess "I'm shure I can handled it better than them!" she spat with a slight slur.
Anton picked up some of the popcorn nibbles on a nearby table and began shovelling salty popcorn into her mouth.

Mori

Mori clutched her teeth together to prevent herself from taking some heavy swings at Fay. She was being disrespectful, and Mori was getting more and more fed up with it. But it wasn't only her nasty behaviour toward her alpha female, that was a problem, it was also the goddamned secrecy that went along it. Fay knew something, and wasn't willing to share, which was quite typical of her, only looking after her selfish interests. Mori was sure of that, because of the way Fay looked at her. She didn't took Mori's warning coded in the form of her full first name. She didn't even twitch. Which could mean only that Fay already knew what was going on. Or worse, she knew even more, but ws keeping it to herself. It took all her strenght letting Fay strode away from her just like that, as she was smart enough not to start a werewolf fight in front of a guy, who might aswell be one of the hunters. Then she had do decide rather quickly, what her next move should be. Should she go after disobedient bitch of a Fay, and make an example of what happenes to those, who get on Mori's bad side, in front of a whole bar, or should she play along with the flirtatious one, and try to find out if he's a hunter aswell.She decided to do the latter, as she trusted Kaleb, the good Omega, to take care of things inside the bar. Besides, Carlson was there, too.

Anthar turned to go into the bar himself, when he noticed a woman who had rushed out of the bar moments before looking him over, as if she was trying to read him. She was very good-looking, and she seemed to be interested in him, so he decided to try out his flirting skills which he rarely gets to practice.
"Well hello there! You have any idea what's going on?"
Anthar was in a good mood. Maybe I'll get more than a drink out of this trip to the bar!

She then closed her eyes for a second, the calm herself, and then bite her lower lip as in answer to the guy's interest. ''Oh, it's nothing. That was my sister. She is a bit...crazy right now. You see, she just found out her boyfriend was cheating on her with her best friend, and... you know,'' she said with a pleasant voice, and continued to scan this man's body. It appeared she was observing his muscular torso, when in fact she tried to spot any kind of weapon he might be wearing. ''You up for a drink?'' She then asked him with a teasing grin over her face.

Carlson screaming at Anton. Anton yelling at Carlson. Fay knew Mori had something to say but didn't say it. She respected the female alpha for having some self control. Fayth nearly laughed at her own thoughts. Not that she wasn't a hypocrite to her core when it came to self control. Though, Fay at least kept her private issues private unlike others who needed to be a drunk slobbering mess all over the goddamn bar. Noise, so much noise! Fay couldn't shut it out. And of course, Jess just couldn't keep her smug mouth shut. For a sub-par fighter, Jess certainly had a lot to say. The whisky soon began its work. Coursing through her veins like a drug. A venomous snake slithering its way over every part of her body. Coiling itself over her and sinking its fangs deep into her being. The seductive venom gave her body a tingle. Quieting the rush and the bloodlust bubbling up inside of her. Near boiling with rage, settling down as the rumble of noise all around her was suddenly quiet.

Fay looked up from the counter at Kalib. That lethal state planted on her face. "Kalib. I know you're new at this job. Just don't ask me stupid questions. I'm completely fine." She was unnecessarily harsh with him. But, Fayth figured certain members of this pack needed discipline. Most of them looked as though they'd gone far too long without it. An iron fist from an omega might do the trick. "Now, I need you to do me a favor. I suggest you take Anton here and escort her back home." Fay's gaze turned over to Anton. "Unless miss I need all the eyes on me who can't handle her liquor because she's a pathetic, weak little girl wants her face introduced to this counter top." Fay grabbed a white towel and wiped at the spot she bit her own hand. The white fabric being stained with blood.

Now Jesse had the omega's attention. She smiled as she brought up a shot glass and grabbed the weakest vodka she could find stored in the entire bar. Pouring only half a shot. "That should be enough for you. You can't take much abuse. I've seen it."

The sight of Anton and Carlson having a shout-level conversation was not the least bit surprising to Jess. It was a bit unfortunate still, as the alpha was one out of the two people in the pack she wasn't eager to have a physical confrontation with - she still maintained the required respect for their two leaders, most of the time. Getting them all angry and upset about herself was not a smart move, specifically so since Mori and Fay had so much advantageous tension going on between one another.

"That should be enough for you. You can't take much abuse. I've seen it."

Fay's voice finished Jess' train of thought and made her glare daggers at the blonde after a moment of surprise. She sure didn't see that blow coming her way.

"What the fuck are you on about? Who gave you the right to meter paying customers intake, miss appletini?"

Jesse didn't remember a single incident that the blondes statement could be referring to - being blessed with selective memory no doubt. She was half-aware that Fay probably just tried to push her buttons, but there was a certain sense of pride swelling up. Being called out like that in a public bar was a low blow. Jess worked hard for her reputation and didn't accept the omega tearing it down because she was butthurt over a rejection from some russian thug. She pushed the half-empty glass away from her, back to the person with the bottle in her bloody - for some reason - hands.

Jess half rose from her chair, caught between getting proper upset with Fay and moving over to help Anton start a war. Both options had their advantages, both had a catch. While she knew arguing with the omega was no good and that she should by no means get provoked into throwing the first actual punch, she still lingered at the bar for a moment longer. In an unexpected and no doubt liquor-fueled turn of events, she put a hand on Kalibs shoulder.

"I think you're right, Cal. She doesn't seem quite alright to me. Maybe someone should take that bottle o' Whisky from her."

"Y'know, that sounds like a good idea." The Californian said, the tiniest hint of a bite in his tone. "'Scuse me." He rolled on by, shaking Jesse's hand from his shoulder and taking with him the bottle from Fay and the glass of whiskey that was poured. "This isn't ours." With a raise of his eyebrows and a stained smile, indicating the two girls to stop trying to start something, he went over to the nice black-haired bartender and handed to her the bar's drinks. "Sorry about them, it's been a weird night." The apologetic tone of his voice was sincere as he fished out some more bills to pay for whatever Fay and Jesse had drank.

Turning once again to his pack members, "Something is definitely up and we're leaving. I'll go get Anton. Can we save this for the apartments?" He didn't want an all-out fight happening right there behind the counter with innocent people hanging all around when there was more important things to do. "We can continue arguing until the second coming of Jesus but right now we should start heading home." As he took his leave of them, he quietly hoped that neither of the two would jump him in the night or something. Jesse was scary enough with her devil-may-care attitude and love for fights but adding Fay to the mix wasn't helping much either. He wanted to be friends with his fellow wolves but if they kept trying to incite something, then something had to be done.

He went to aid Carlson in his endeavor to have Anton stop drinking. The incident with Anton had happened before Kalib had joined the pack and at first he felt bad for Anton's situation, hoping maybe he could help her out one day. But since then he realized what was really up and now wanted all this stuff with Anton to stop because that is no way to move on.

Carlson

Carlson turned to Kalib, and firmly stated - seeming to ignore Anton's whining and insubordinace "Kalib, get Anton back to the apartments. I am done dealing with her like a whining child." He said evenly, and with purpose. He had more important things to do, and he quickly realized that Anton's alcohol issue was not his problem- not right now anyway. He then, finally, turned to Stiofan "Don't follow them, Stephen, please" He requested "I will gather the Omegas tomorrow and draw up a battle plan of sorts. I don't like this just as much as you don't.... also, I want you there at the Omega meeting, is that clear?"

Nanix

Nanix grabbed Anton's arm "Who the HELL do you think you are?? That broken bottle is gonna come right out of my paycheck you twit!" She was not above yelling, like Carlson was, and she certainly was ready to kick Anton out.

She then closed her eyes for a second, the calm herself, and then bite her lower lip as in answer to the guy's interest. ''Oh, it's nothing. That was my sister. She is a bit...crazy right now. You see, she just found out her boyfriend was cheating on her with her best friend, and... you know,'' she said with a pleasant voice, and continued to scan this man's body. It appeared she was observing his muscular torso, when in fact she tried to spot any kind of weapon he might be wearing. ''You up for a drink?'' She then asked him with a teasing grin over her face.

Wow, this is going surprisingly well! He had very little experience with women, since life as a hunter does not leave much time for leisure.

Anthar put on his best smile, trying not to look nervous and said: "That is why I came here after all. And I won't mind sharing my drink with a pretty lady like yourself!"
He noticed her eyeing his muscular torso. That is one of the perks of being a werewolf hunter.
He opened the door to the bar, and held it open for her, remembering the laws of etiquette. The moment he opened the door, the raucous sound of yelling came rushing out at him. There was a strong smell of alcohol and he could see blood drops all over the floor. The place was full of people, mostly between the ages of 20 and 30, and they all seemed to be angry. This isn't how I remember bars looking like.
He didn't see anyone he knew inside. Not that he was surprised, he was new to this town, but anyway he had already found someone to talk to, or so it would seem.

Mori

Mori's mind was running a million miles a minute, trying to figure out whether this guy was a hunter in disguise, or was he just a random guy, wanting nothing but to get into some woman's pants. Either way, she decided to play it safe. As a woman she didn't care much for romance or male chivalry, so she'd never expect any man to hold the door for her the way this stranger did. Not really knowing how to respond, she just smiled akwardly, and stepped inside the bar, where chaos still persisted. At that point, Mori haven't had a plan yet as what to do with a possible hunter by her side, but she figured it would be better to handle things by herself. By the looks of it, she couldn't rely on anyone from her pack at that moment, because they all seemed to be busy with either Anton's or Fay's trouble-making. But still, she should at least tell someone of her intentions.

''Hey, I'm going to get us a bottle, and then we can head somewhere more quiet than this. There's a free storage room near the toilettes. I'm sure nobody will disturb us there,'' Mori purred with a seductive voice, she didn't knew she had up to that point, and winked at him. She then turned around, and almost throw up a little in her mouth, being disgusted by this whole flirting thing. She walked toward the bar, completely ignoring everything that was going on there, including Fay and her raging. She again approached Kalib, who seemed a bit confused, and frustrated, probably by the fact that no one was listening to him. ''Calib,'' she called for him. ''Change of plans. We are staying. I think we have a hunter in our midst. I'm going to go check him out. Privately. Inform Carlson. Be ready if something goes wrong,'' she instructed him quickly, while grabbing the first bottle of alcohol she could reach. She then took a walk back to her date, took his hand and pulled him toward the toilettes.

Dammit all, but he hated Pack Night. Anton always got completely knocked off her rocker, the place became a mess, and Ryan had to leave early with everyone (full moon and all that), leaving Avery to clean up after this pack of mutts.

Ryan had been able to mitigate this mess by hiding Anton's "jet fuel" vodka in a separate cooler from the rest of the hard stuff. He couldn't NOT sell to The Backhouse's most lucrative customer, but Mori's dislike of the hard drinking was well known. So Ryan took the initiative in hiding the heavy stuff in the meat locker.

It was all well and good until his phone started buzzing.

Michael.

"Hey babe! What's up?"

"Hey hon, just calling to let you know I can't find the house key, so the front door is going to be unlocked. That cool?"

Not in the slightest. Aside from the usual home invaders, Ryan had a nasty feeling that, tonight of all nights, they needed to lock up the house. But he couldn't force Michael to stay home all night, not with his boyfriend already pissed and suspicious about the "Fishing trip" tonight.

"Yeah babe. That's cool. I'll call one of the neighbors and ask them to keep an eye on the place."

Of course, there was a loud crash of glass on hard floor, along with Anton's cursing from the regular booze cooler. Dammit all to hell!

"Listen babe, gotta go- I love you!"

"Bye."

Great. Not even an 'I love you too.' He was in deep this time.

Ryan snagged two bottle of jet fuel and hoofed it out of the freezer, shutting and locking the door behind him. He'd get to the broken glass later, but as he made it back behind the bar it dawned on him how packed the place had become. Full house- humans and wolves. Pretty soon the kitchen would be running orders out too.

"Anton," he said, putting one bottle on the counter and another behind it. "This is your cutoff point. Just for making a mess in the back I'll have to clean up."

Without another word, Ryan passed the second bottle of Jet Fuel to Mori. If the human didn't know what the stuff was, he'd get wasted in no time and not know which way was up. Mori would know how dangerous the stuff was to one's liver and tongue just from dealing with Anton.

Leaning in to Mori, he said "Boss, I, ah, I'm gonna be late tonight. Michael lost his house key. Gotta lock up before group meeting."

"Toilets huh? Sounds romantic!" Anthar winked back at the girl as she walked away to get a bottle. I'm either very lucky or my nightmares have stopped and this is a dream. This is going really good. Almost too good... And why did that guy just pass her a bottle?
Anthar was beginning to suspect something else was really going on here. But what if I'm just being paranoid and she's really into me? Ah, fuck it, I'm just being stupid. What is the worst that could happen? I have my two loyal pistols with me.

She was back with the bottle, and with a seductive look she took his hand and pulled him to where he guessed the storage room was. "Hey, I don't think I got your name. I'm Anthar by the way. Anthar Raclaw." He was getting more excited and nervous with each second that passed.