The Tavern was quiet this evening. The usual bartender was behind the bar, cleaning glasses and mixing up drinks for the lonely stragglers that wandered in. The DJ was blaring his techno beats through the speaker system as Drayven walked in through the doors. Her long, black hooded trench flowed behind her as she sauntered up to the bar. Placing her hand on the counter top, she lowered her hood. Her long, black curls fell to the middle of her back as her ice blue eyes gazed around the pub. She was adorned in a black and purple leather corset that was tied tightly against her chest, black leather pants hugging her bottom nicely and flat, black leather knee high boots that holstered her sharp weapons.
Her usual drink, bloodwyne, appeared in front of her and she took in her hand. She leaned back against the bar, watching the colored lights dance around the dark room. She wondered what was going to happen tonight. Last night, a fight broke out between two wolves. Needless to say, it didn't end well. Taking a sip of her drink, she bobbed her head to the beats of the DJ.