Oliver | Male | 28 | Roosevelt Elk
Location: Bar
Mentions: Emma Kate, OPEN
As Oliver made his way down to the bar, he pondered over how he had managed to fall so low so as to want something alcoholic to drink. He could not recall the last time he had craved the nauseating feeling he got when he drank, if he ever had. He also could not remember the last time he had needed a distraction from his life; usually he was perfectly content with his life and the way events unfolded around him. Today was not so lucky. He had been in a particular funk since leaving behind his life's work to protect his shapeshifting abilities, and on more days than one he debated returning to his work, only to remind himself that it was too risky. Some days were worse than others, and this was one of the worst days he had experienced in a long while. After all, it took quite a lot of pressure to direct Oliver's attention to the effects of alcohol.
After waiting in line and then flashing the bouncer his Identification Card, Oliver was inside the noisy bar, immediately disgusted at the overwhelming smell of alcohol and sweat. He would most certainly develop a migraine if he remained inside for too long, but his current focus was on getting something to drink. As he took a seat at the bar, he noticed a blackboard listing all of the special and new drinks they offered. A drink labeled "Lemon Mint Iced Tea" caught his eye, and although he disliked any tea that wasn't warm, he figured the lemon and mint would likely mask the taste.
"Excuse me," he said awkwardly to the bartender, grabbing her attention. "May I please have the Lemon Mint Iced Tea?" She nodded at his question, making the drink as he fidgeted in his seat, cleaning his glasses far too many times to be necessary. He had never been inside a bar before, especially not one this busy. He regretted going as he watched a lean woman slam a burly man's head into a table, emitting a sickening crack that made his stomach drop. The poor man most certainly gained a severe concussion from the assault, and Oliver would have pitied him had he not known what the local drunks were like.
Snapped out of his thoughts by a drink clattering in front of him, he looked back at the counter to see his drink waiting for him and the bartender already tending to someone else. He took a slow, cautious sip, not quite sure what to expect. While it may not have been the worst drink he had ever had, it was certainly not one he would order again. Despite being unhappy with his order, he kept it, deciding that even an unpleasant beverage was still a beverage nonetheless. He put off taking another sip in favor of resting his elbows on the countertop and setting his head in his hands, almost wanting to weep at how much he had lost due to his shapeshifting abilities. All of his life changing experiments and breakthrough discoveries meant nothing anymore, and he would never be able to finish the studies he had been conducting before he left. While Oliver certainly was not one to constantly complain, sometimes life was bloody awful, and this was one of those times.
Jack | Male | 16 | N/A
Location: Outside the bar
Mentions: OPEN
"Excuse me sir, you can't be here. This is a bar - you have to be twenty-one or older to go inside."
Jack was already having a pretty crappy day. He hadn't eaten since the afternoon of the day before, and while he was used to going a while without food, his stomach was growling up a storm. And then this asshole bouncer decided to stop him from going inside the bar to eat because he was underage. It wasn't his fault the bar had the cheapest food in town! It was pretty bad food too, but hey, it was affordable. Plus, it was much easier to pick pockets in a crowded room than on the open streets, but the bouncer didn't have to know that.
"Look, I just want something to eat. This is the only place I can afford to eat at," Jack pleaded, pulling off his best convincing innocent look. Apparently, the guard was not convinced.
Crossing his arms over his chest, the burly man stated: "Sorry kid, but rules are rules. There should be a fast food restaurant down the road." He didn't bother to hide the fact that he was very clearly not sorry. Jack decided against arguing, however, not wanting the bouncer to physically move him elsewhere. Rather, he muttered a quick "whatever" and walked away from the bar, not really knowing where else to go. There was a fast food restaurant nearby, but he had been banned from it after getting caught attempting to sneak out without paying, so he couldn't go there. They even had pictures of him at the counter and everything.
Frustrated and hungry, Jack sat down against the bar wall, tempted to make one of those "Please Donate Food" signs out of sheer desperation. He couldn't eat because he couldn't afford to, but he couldn't steal the money he needed because he was too hungry. It was quite the predicament.
Buff | Male | 39 | Plains Bison
Location: Bar
Mentions: OPEN
Despite the looks he got from other bar-goers, Buff was not having a bad day. He was just in what seemed to be a constant state of grumpiness and irritation. If anything, he was in a good mood, although none of his three facial expressions showed joy. He had brought in quite a lot of cash from the casino down the road, and was at the bar as a reward to himself for being so damn good at Blackjack. Half of his earnings had already been transferred to Nana, but whether as a kind gesture or a form of self control was anyone's guess. Probably both.
As he looked around the bar, he wondered just how many of the people inside were shifters. He knew they were a rare occurrence, having been slaughtered mercilessly within the past century to the point of near-extinction. However, he also knew that the city in particular was a rather popular place for shifters, although he had no idea why. He himself had come into the city in search of others of his kind, but he had yet to actually stumble upon any. Then again, he had also forgotten to look, growing sidetracked by casinos and bars and visiting Nana. Now that he had time to sit down and look, he was on the prowl, hoping to find someone like himself.
Emma Kate | Female | 26 | American Flamingo
Location: Bar
Mentions: OPEN
Emma Kate may have been a little drunk. She'd been at the bar for hours, kicking the asses of about a dozen other drunks that wrongly thought they stood a chance against her. The promise of a fight was what called her to the bar, and the thrill of the fight was why she stayed. That, and the fact that she was making quite a bit of money from her victories. While she wasn't necessarily rolling in cash yet, it would certainly be enough to cover a few weeks worth of rent at the dingy little apartment she called home.
"So . . . Emma, was it? How'd you like to wrestle with me in my bedroom? I can show you a few moves you've never seen, free of charge," a voice said from behind her as a hand rested itself on her hip. Between the countless drinks she'd had and the adrenaline pumping through her veins, she was thoroughly pissed and ready to fight.
Emma Kate grabbed the man's arm and twisted with the fury of Satan himself, spinning around to pull the man's face down to her level with a sharp jerk. "First of all, it's Emma Kate. Second of all, unless your dick magically disappeared, I'm not interested. Hogs like you are disgusting, and I'm not sure how you ever expect to get laid like that, but I sure as hell hope you never do. Now do me a favor and don't you ever touch another lady with those nasty ass hands ever again," she hissed, holding his arm with her left hand and using her right to land an unnecessarily strong punch to his jaw.
His head did almost a complete 180° as he spun around from the sheer momentum of the blow. She had hoped that would be enough to deter him (okay, she was more hoping for the opposite), but he recovered quickly and made another grab at her, clearly furious at the response he'd gotten. She was prepared, however, throwing him forward and slamming his head against the nearest table with a satisfying crack! that had her grinning from ear to ear. He was unconscious but alive after a quick check from the bartender, and Emma Kate would be lying if she said she wasn't slightly disappointed she hadn't finished him off right then and there. He certainly wouldn't be coming back, that was for sure.
Kalahan | Male | 8 | Black Rhino
Location: Outside the bar
Mentions: Cleo, Greg
Kal was sitting in the back seat of his mother's van, Mouse's head on his lap as the dog slept. His green eyes darted around to look at everything in the city, from people to restaurants and back to people again. He stared at the sights with boyish wonder, amazed by his surroundings. Sure, he'd been in many large cities before due to all the traveling him and his mother had done, but he was always amazed at how impossibly big they were. And at how unique each one was. When his mother stopped the van and told him to wait inside, he wanted to, he really did. But then Mouse whined and pawed at the door because he had to go to the bathroom, and Kal couldn't just deny him the right to relieve himself. So he let him out, keeping a careful eye on him out of fear of him running off. Kal was just able to get the door shut behind him when Mouse took off, sending him chasing after the Great Dane across the street to where Cleo had entered the bar. It was a wonder they weren't hit by a car.
"Mouse, stop!" Kal yelled as the dog attempted to squeeze past the bouncer standing in front to get inside and find Cleo. The dog immediately stopped, returning to Kal's side obediently as if he hadn't just taken off. Mouse wasn't the only one wanting to go inside: Kal was impatient and eager to see his long-lost uncle for the first time. But his mom had told him to wait in the van, and he couldn't just follow her inside like some bad kid. He wasn't even sure if he was allowed inside anyway, as he didn't see any kids going into the bar.
Holding onto Mouse's collar, Kal crossed the street back to the van, deciding it probably wouldn't be the best idea to tell his mom about what had just happened. He never lied directly to her face of course, but that didn't mean he had to tell her everything. Some things were best left unsaid, and this was definitely one of those things.