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No rest for the "were-y"
« Thread Started on May 21, 2008, 5:35pm »

Steele sighed as he turned the key to open up the Claw and Fang. It was still about four days until the full moon and he was already beginning to feel the usual restlessness. As macabre as it may sound he was looking forward to letting his fur down, sort to speak, and there was a new gang hanging around his place that he wouldn't mind getting rid of. Perhaps it was a slight feeling of superiority really that made him enjoy such nightly excursions but he always thought of it as doing a favor for the good citizens of the city.

With the door relocked behind him Steele made his way around his home away from home. Here and there used napkins, dirty cups, empty beer bottles, and other debris littered the table and bar. The first thing that had to be done before he cleaned and opened would be to put on the jukebox. Once the music was playing the werewolf grabbed a bus cart to get ready for business. Casually he peaked into the restrooms, felt they were clean enough, collected the litter, and went to do the dishes.

As Trace Adkins finished singing and Reba McEntire started Steele seemed pleased that the bar was ready. Now just had to check the other two levels. Upstairs there was a few ashtrays that had to be cleaned along with a few other odds and ends before the second floor passed Steele's inspection. As he headed to check on the last level he stopped at the kitchen and turned the ovens and grills on.

Upon entering the basement level he could feel the wolf part of him almost leap to the surface. The were stood in the silence for moment and simply relished the sensation. Unlike some of his furry comrades he didn't view himself as a beast or think of his wereism as a curse. Perhaps it was just the way he was brought up with lycanthropy being part of life. So many "bittens" he met were depressed about who they new were and it angered the "true" werewolf. It was a gift not a cross to bear. After all many of these new wolfies had wanted the bite so why be so down about it.

The bar owner pulled himself from his revelry and straightened up a bit before going back upstairs. Steele took one last look at the clock before unlocking the door. As he waited for the customers he headed behind the bar to do some paperwork. This was the part he dreaded the most. While he had the mind to hack computers, knew how to get anything legal or illegal, and was a street professor basically h had the hardest time with math. As he growled under his breath he tapped at a nearby calculator with one hand and chewed on the pencil in the other hand.

« Last Edit: May 21, 2008, 6:10pm by Steele Dagger »

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