Biker dive bar

[Galina]

The good part about her life, wealth, no schedule, and all contact with young souls was completely on her own terms never giving them a chance to be the ones in control in any real way, the downside? Loneliness, soul crushing freaking loneliness, no one who grasped the world she had spent her formative years in, no one who grasped her past, and no pack to grasp the current world. Sure there had been some nice ones here in the past, partially the blue haired mechanic but more than any the tiny man well Tiny.

Seated in a booth located at the back corner of one of the more preferable biker dive bars she had been able to find within this pesky city of her birth, the kind of place you do not find much about online, the kind of place where you should not be surprised if the ones frequenting it would make anyone they walked behind tense up worried they might have ill intent whether they had it or not. The kind of place where she could actually feel relatively at ease even amongst young souls.

brooch, two pitchers of beer before her along with an overly large serving of wings, not the best but she wasn´t picky. And if nothing else at least the metal music playing in the background wasn´t bad.

[Galina]

The good part about her life, wealth, no schedule, and all contact with young souls was completely on her own terms never giving them a chance to be the ones in control in any real way, the downside? Loneliness, soul crushing freaking loneliness, no one who grasped the world she had spent her formative years in, no one who grasped her past, and no pack to grasp the current world. Sure there had been some nice ones here in the past, partially the blue haired mechanic but more than any the tiny man well Tiny.

Seated in a booth located at the back corner of one of the more preferable biker dive bars she had been able to find within this pesky city of her birth, the kind of place you do not find much about online, the kind of place where you should not be surprised if the ones frequenting it would make anyone they walked behind tense up worried they might have ill intent whether they had it or not. The kind of place where she could actually feel relatively at ease even amongst young souls.

[FONT=Verdana]brooch, two pitchers of beer before her along with an overly large serving of wings, not the best but she wasn´t picky. And if nothing else at least the metal music playing in the background wasn´t bad.

[Galina]

The good part about her life, wealth, no schedule, and all contact with young souls was completely on her own terms never giving them a chance to be the ones in control in any real way, the downside? Loneliness, soul crushing freaking loneliness, no one who grasped the world she had spent her formative years in, no one who grasped her past, and no pack to grasp the current world. Sure there had been some nice ones here in the past, partially the blue haired mechanic but more than any the tiny man well Tiny.

Seated in a booth located at the back corner of one of the more preferable biker dive bars she had been able to find within this pesky city of her birth, the kind of place you do not find much about online, the kind of place where you should not be surprised if the ones frequenting it would make anyone they walked behind tense up worried they might have ill intent whether they had it or not. The kind of place where she could actually feel relatively at ease even amongst young souls.

The attire of choice for the evening nothing but what she could call simple, each none covered part of her body meticulously covered to hide it´s tattoos, perfectly blended with her skin tone, having had way to much practice to conceal them. Still doubting these Americans would grasp their meaning but one single person able to tell it well that would just be annoying, and far to many had an interest in the Japanese culture ever since anime became mainstream, and had the most odd of knowledges. Lightly caressing her brooch, two pitchers of beer before her along with an overly large serving of wings, not the best but she wasn´t picky. And if nothing else at least the metal music playing in the background wasn´t bad.

Kindly excuse the multiple opening posts, not a clue why parts of my text were cut of.

[Zhu Wu]

He looked out of place even in a motorcycle jacket. Too clean cut. The guys from tech firms and government jobs would normally came to a place like this in groups but he was on his own. Yet he didn't seem particularly uncomfortable taking a spot at the bar where he would be able to watch the band.

He focused on the bassist. The band was nothing special. A few original songs plus some covers. A decent house band. But the bassist was a top notch player. An older guy way too good for the band and the bar but, rumor had it, with a bad temper and a tenancy to drop off the surface of the Earth for months at a time. Today he was present and seemed to be in good form.

A burger came with the second beer. The tip was enough that the bartender wouldn't give him any trouble for nursing it while he alternately watched the crowd and the bassist.

[Galina]

Eyes falling upon the stranger as the wings goes down, sure there were some odd ones coming here every now and again that happened but few of them stayed around for long, fewer still actually stuck around long enough to be able to order food and enjoy it.

Not certain but feeling like she was not the only one taking notice of him, certain someone would eventually react, and approach if it would be some of the dull macho bastards or just someone whom would be curious a different topic but why take the chance?

Gulping down hard, a Japanese man that she could have dealt with, that she might even have been able to find some level of comfort with for company, but he was very clearly not and looked like he would not exactly be the kind of person she could truly relax around. Taking a deep breath, softly rubbing her brooch with slow inhales to keep her calm, this was a soothing place. Ochitsuite, panikku ni naru na. Kare wa karera no nakama janai. Tada chotto kawatta yakkona nda. Ochitsui te. Taking a final deep inhale before waving towards the man with a clearly raised arm, gesturing for him to come join her in the booth. Better he found a seat with her not like she couldn´t take care of herself. No one in here was a predator just a flock of weak young souls with at most bravado.

[Derek Johnston]

It's not often that Derek finds time these days to just enjoy himself. Work takes up a good chunk of his time and when he's not doing that he tries to fill it with his other 'work' but it's rough doing it by himself. For now though, it's a night off and he felt like he needed a drink or four. He's dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans, stained a bit here and there with grease, just like beneath his fingernails. He's also wearing a dark shirt beneath a black leather jacket. The jacket looks well worn but well cared too. Bald head and heavy beard make for an intimidating but obvious biker look to him.

He parks his bike outside the bar, cutting the engine and heading towards the front door. A bit of music, some booze and a burger are in order. He opens the door stepping into the dive bar and glancing around as his eyes adjust to the dimness of the room. He walks over to the bar and orders himself a beer and a burger. His nostrils flare a moment after and he glances around the area, his nostrils picking up a familiar if very uncommon scent. Fuck... He's suddenly quite tense as he looks around, trying to figure out where the scent is coming from as he waits for his order.

[Zhu Wu]

Jason frowns briefly to himself. The bassist is great but the bar is filling up. On the other hand a wave from someone alone at a booth is worth at least a few moments. He picks up his his half empty beer and heads over.

"Were you looking for help handling that mess of wings?" A wave of his hand as he sits down says he really wasn't looking for free food but just breaking the ice, "You look like you should be out of place here." With a glance at her brooch, "You even seem nervous. But I get the feeling that this place might be your local?"

[Galina]

Looking up at the man she had waved over, about to give him the friendly warning spiel as the scent strikes her, eyes quickly beginning to scan around the room before landing upon the familiar sight. Not having been able to really get that vision out of her head for months now, unsure if she had just been insignificant to him in that moment or if like her he had some manner of agenda behind things.
"Your concern is kind, but trust me I am probably the safest one in here." Then again with whom had just walked in that might quickly change.

Getting up to walk over towards the bar, up next to her fellow wolf, hand against the bar with locked eyes upon him.
"Hello again, I believe you and I should probably have a little chat, wouldn´t you say?" Motioning her head back towards the booth. "Please come join me, and bring a glass I have two pitchers ready."

Walking back over towards the booth to sit down with a new look towards the out of place looking one.
"Please have one of the wings, but be warned me and" Nodding towards the man she had just asked to come take a seat. "him might get into a bit of a tense talk or shouting." If he would pick up on that kind of quiet warning or not up to this stranger.

[Derek Johnston]

It doesn't take too long to find the source of that scent. It's that woman again, from the truck rally months back. He hadn't talked to her much then, barely acknowledged her with his focus being on the festivities but now he doesn't really have that luxury. He watches the other man make his way from the bar towards her booth and he lifts a bushy eyebrow. That man didn't smell of wolf to him.

He tenses slightly as the Rahu approaches him the bar, keeping her gaze locked on his. When the woman, who looks innocent but smells far from it, greets Derek, he gives a small nod. "Hello again," he says, his voice deep and bassy. "Yeah, a chat probably would be in order.." he says, a bit of a wary edge to his words. There's a clink as a mug of beer is placed next to him by the bartender just as she offers him a place at her booth. He eyes her for a moment before nodding and then glancing to the barkeep. "Hey, Manny, bring my food over to the corner when it's done," he says, getting a nod from the bartender. "Let me snag another glass too."

He watches that dangerous girl make her way back across the bar floor before picking up his now two glasses, one full and one not, and meandering over towards the booth. He sets the glasses down, probably a bit harder than he should, before he pulls a chair up from a nearby table, parking himself in that at the end of the booth's table, rather than directly sitting in the booth. He doesn't know either of these folks and he doesn't want to get too close or too far from either of them in case this goes south.. Besides from where he's sitting, he's got a good view of the rest of bar too.

[Zhu Wu]

Recognizing that the other two have at least a shared history and perhaps business the newcomer gets up. “I know when I should let people catch up without a third wheel around. I’m here for a good night and some music. Tense talk and shouting kills the mood.” Especially, he thinks to himself, when one of the parties involved is obviously expecting at least the potential for trouble.


He heads out of the door.