Always a good time at the bar {James Foley, open}

[Midian Loup Garou]

I had a lot to celebrate, having just found out that Stryker loved me as much as I loved her. She was the wolf of my dreams, man. Beautiful, strong, loving...she was everything I could want and more. She was my mate now, and that was enough to make any guy want to party. It was time for a night out. Beer, shoot some pool, hang with the guys.

I'd frequented The Shadow Room on more than one occasion, and had made a few friends that were regulars. I waved to a few patrons I knew by first name only and slid up to the bar. "Hey Mack, beer me." "You got it Midian. What's with the big shit eating grin?" Mack's bullshit made me smile larger. "You could say I'm engaged to the hottest chick in existence for a start." "Well! This one's one the house. Good on you man. Good on you." I took my bottle, raised it to him with a wink and turned to see who was at the pool tables.

Drinking my beer and leaning against the back wall, I waited for an opening. One of the games was winding down, and I kept a close eye on the players. One dude had serious game. Between shots, I slipped in and dropped a couple quarters at the edge of the table. I got a nod from both, I was next up as soon as their game came to a close.

All sorts came here. I've seen vampires, even a demon or two a couple times, and quite a few shifters. Synge was jealous as hell that he was too young to come out with me. He had a thing with meeting new shifters, different breeds and all that shit. By the smell of things, there were a couple other wolves in tonight's crowd. I picked them out easily enough, just as they had no doubt caught my scent. One was female, who was literally crawling over some human dude. If she went wolf on him and was one of those freaks that ate people, I'd have to put a stop to it. Not how I wanted to spend my night out. I'd keep an eye peeled on those two. The other weres were guys. Maybe I'd get a game in with one of them, buy a fellow wolf a beer or two.

The guys at the table finished up. The winner was the one that had pretty much owned the table since I got here. He sauntered up to me and shook my hand. "Looks like you're up. You got game?" I chuckled. "Yeah dude, I got game. I got mad skills." I couldn't help but laugh at myself. 'Mad skills'. What the fuck? It just wasn't me, but it was left wide open, I couldn't resist slipping the pun in there. Another were walked in the bar as I was chalking my cue. "Your break." He'd already racked. "Game on." I leaned over, lined up my shot, and fired the cue ball. A crack resounded as balls scattered over the table. The 5 and 11 fell in. I had my pick. "Solids." Knocking in the 3 and the 7, I scratched on the 4. As I walked back to retrieve my beer, he took his shot, banking the 12, nailing the 9, sinking the 10. Shit, I was out of practice.

[James Foley]

It had been a long drive from San Francisco and he needed a break and a beer. turning the wheel of his impala, James pulled the car into the parking lot of the bar called 'The Shadow Room'.

'Sounds like my kind of place' James thought looking up at the sign as he got out of his car, leaving it parked next to a grouping of motorcycles. He eyed the bikes with interest, once he settled down, he would get a new one to replace the Kawasaki he left in Boston. He shrugs once and walks to the entrance of the building and pulls the door open, entering swiftly.

His nose crinkles once as the smell of several other werewolves assault his senses. He quickly scans the room and picks them out as one of the guys playing pool and one or two more further back in the bar, out of sight, Shrugging again he makes his way to the bar and waits for the bartender to get his order.

[Midian Loup Garou]

The guy I was playing slammed the 14, then the 13. Shit, I was screwed unless he fucked up. He lined up to bank the 8, getting all fancy while trying to make it a more complicated shot than it really was. I laughed when the 8 rebounded off the banks five times and came to rest dead center of the table. Oh yeah, I had this. If he thought he was gonna show off, then I was going to show him the door. I flashed him a wicked smile and lined up the shot. 2 and 1 slammed into a corner pocket each with one shove of the cue.

I was momentarily distracted, nostrils flaring as caught the scent of another werewolf walking in. I glanced up as he moved to the bar, then focused back on the table. I owned this. That damned 4 I scratched on earlier sunk in a side pocket. I sank the six and aimed for the 8. Calling the far corner pocket, I banked it easily across the table and into it's home. We shook hands, and he introduced himself as Joe. "Good game Joe. Lemme by you a beer." Taking the cue with me, I went back up to the bar as Joe dropped his cue on the table and headed my way. "Two more Mack." The faithful bartender nodded with a grin and poured another couple of drafts, sliding them to me.

The newest werewolf to come into the bar was on my right. "Hey man." I grinned, turning to hand Joe his beer. The bar was getting a bit more packed, a few more bikers were coming down the road, their bikes roaring. Joe thanked me and headed for a table in the back. I took a sip of my beer and looked at the Were next to me. "You play?" I raised my cue a bit and jutted my head back toward the now empty table.