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Stefan walked into Adelwulf's with some content feeling that it held a piece of him in it. He was still trying to get used to the fact that he is a descendant of the Pale Moon Alpha, Ezekiel, who is a Werewolf! He was trying so hard to grasp the pack's laws and regulations and attempting as best as possible to cope with such facts that such a creature actually exist. He only hated the part that so many around knew nothing of such things and they remained blind to the truth. He did enjoy knowing, but at the same time it frightened him. Knowing one of the biggest laws of the pack being that any mortal who knows of Werewolves and Lycans running the town are to be exterminated. It always made him second guess each move he made and kept him on edge. Even more so when the only way out of the town was by boat or plain and he wasn't even allowed a car to get around. he was stuck simply walking.
He felt so highly of himself and at the same time he felt so lowly. Many of the pack members seemed almost completely against Ezekiel when he started allowing stefan to be part of the packs meetings. What frightened Stefan more than anything else was the fact that When Ezekiel did his Alpha call Stefan felt compelled to obey even when it seemed impossible to hear he still felt it. It was like Ezekiel had a hold on Stefan that could never be relinquished.
He sat down at the bar and looked around for a moment. he began tapping his fingers along the bar watching closely for anyone that he might recognize as a Werewolf. Having been forced to live here and already being here for almost four months he had grown closer to be being able to identify Werewolves. He just never could get the ranks right just yet. He looked up toward the bartenders back and tapped a bit harder on the bar. "Excuse me? Is there anyway I can get something to drink in this hell hole?"

Lou's hand rested upon the door of Adelwulf's Bar and Pub. It seemed quaint enough - a perfect suit to her needs. Elouise had been back and forth from Old Harbor for quite a while now, and she was contemplating staying this time around. Though hesitant to join the local pack, Elouise was sure this was the place that could offer her a home for once. With a final sigh, she pushed through the door and entered the slightly musty smelling bar. Her eyes flitted from the decorations to the people and back to the decorations, taking everything in with a brusque speculation. Slightly German oriented, she could tell.

Lou paced towards the counter, a few barstools next to a man who she could assume by his scent, was a werewolf. Supposedly part of the local pack, Pale Moon. She coughed for the attention of a bartender, her confidence and wit kicking in just at the right time.
"Hey, can someone help a girl out? I'm the new employee, here to serve and smile." Lou offered the bartender a brilliant smile to prove her point. She leaned further across the bar surface, her folded arms crossed beneath her chest. The place wasn't exactly packed, but enough that she could snag a few tips from the kind folks of Old Harbor. Since she had first seen it, Lou had always identified the place as a 'To Kill A Mockingbird' type of town. Quiet, with a close community that made Elouise want to giggle at the though. Emmett would have frowned upon it.

As the bartender went out back to check her paperwork, Lou slid into a seat and made herself comfortable. These things could take hours, maybe one if the guy was actually competent. The last thing she could handle is lousy work partners. The last job she had was in New York as a dentist's assist. That resulted with one bloody mouth and a huge lawsuit that she skillfully evaded with her excellent charisma. Elouise tapped her fingers against the wooden bar and surreptitiously grabbed a glass and the brandy bottle. Before anybody noticed, Lou had herself a glass of free alcohol. Soon she'll be working for these bastards anyway, they can deal with one drink on the house.

Stefan turned to look at the girl who clearly , like him, wasn't from around here. Her accent was off and much like his own was practically foreign to this place. He turns with a nod and a charming smile, but then that scent hit him like a rock. It was stronger than all the other pack members. It seemed to taste wild and untamed without any rule over her. "Soo...you one of them?" He nods to the bar meaning clearly a Lycan of Pale Moon. "I'm Stefan, I will keep my introduction short for you...I am a nice guy and if you work here I'd like to ask for some of that brandy if you don't mind. I mean I practically own this place, but I still have to pay." he says digging in his back pocket for his wallet.
He was wearing a pale trench coat that fell to his thighs and a scarf around his neck that seemed a little more than vibrant with the atmosphere this place held. Underneath he wore slacks and dress shoes and a nice sweater vest over a dress shirt and a tie. He smiled so charmingly to the girl, but he was questioning if she was even apart of the pack.

Lou turned to the voice who had addressed her, slightly surprised to what she had found. He was quite handsome this man, with an obvious sense of style she could appreciate. However, this was also the man who she had identified earlier as a werewolf. A pack wolf. If he was high enough on the pack hierarchy, maybe he could assist her in getting a spot in the Pale Moon pack. He looked the part, anyway. Taking a sip of her brandy, she brought the bottle and glass over to the seat beside this mystery man.

"Well, kind sir, you'll have to do more than pay to get this bottle of gold. Do you know how hard I worked to get this?" Lou jested with a laugh, swishing the alcohol around. She was being completely sarcastic - he had obviously seen how easy it was to steal the decanter from the unsuspecting bartenders. Poor souls. "And yes, I am a... unique species. I'm Lou. The pleasure is mine." She smiled sweetly before taking another swig of brandy, the warm liquid burning a pleasant path down her throat. Over the years she had become quite an experienced drinker. With her speedy werewolf metabolism, it was almost impossible to get drunk without some sort of assistance from drugs. Inspecting the male in front of her, she suspected he was at least slightly wealthy. His clothes screamed Versace or some brand like that, and his perfectly groomed head made it slightly harder to keep her wits about. Men don't scare her - nobody except Emmett. Never would she bow to a human like that again.

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Stefan smirked a bit more nervously, "Yes, well...I can tell you are..." His voice grew into a low Whisper so no one heard him, "A Werewolf, but are you a Lycan of Pale Moon? If you have to ask how a mortal knows and is still alive then you have answered my question as a no. If this is such a case, then you must be aware these people are not keen to strangers and most Rogues end up dead or ran off. I am just telling you now." He said with a nod happily taking the bottle from her. He downed a hard swig of it with a harsh smile, "Forgive my forwardness, I am Stefan Adalwulf...you may know my great descendant, the Alpha...I am pretty well known to the pack liked or unliked I seem to hold my own rak where I stand." He says looking at her curiously as if she had been smelling him. He smells his jacket and frowns having been around the wolves for so long eh probably smelled of them as well. "Forgive the stench it happens and comes with the territory. It isn't easy being me. "He promised as if the world knew nothing of his troubles and no one suffered half as greatly as himself who was willing to bare all for the sake of humanity.

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Lou chuckled at Stefan's secrecy. Even though human knowledge of werewolf existence results in death, it's not like a casual eavesdropper will actually believe them. "Yes, Stefan, I'm a werewolf. And I'm not too bothered about folks who are slightly prejudiced or insolent towards me. I happen to be a very resilient person." Lou winked with a curve of her lips. She meant every word she said - since she may be joining this pack anyway, as the Alpha agreed, she could put up with any shit these smalltown dimwits sent her way.
Elouise raised an eyebrow at his brusque comment. Not easy being him? How presumptuous. Lacing her fingers beneath her chin, Lou peered up at Stefan with an innocent gaze. "Enlighten me, Stefan."
After all, she was genuinely curious to know what this seemingly well-off man had going in his life that was even considered being tough. Lou couldn't help her train of thought - it was completely instinctual to judge someone by first words, but it was Lou's first line of defense. After that, things could really get ugly.

Stefan sits back downing a swig of the bottle before sliding it back to her, "Well, I never knew my parents. My father died and my mother committed suicide while pregnant with me...I was raised by my guardian who later died with cancer. I tried running form my problems and ended up here. Apparently my last name was something special when Ezekiel told me about his own past and that there actually is such thing as Werewolves and they run this town. I am placed under constant surveillance and I am not allowed a vehicle even in a place that has no roads going in or out of town. I am under strict laws and I am to the point of cracking with insanity at the mere fact of imagining this all being a reality. "He says rather forward, but still in a hushed tone looking around knowing the wolves worked here and he wasn't abotu to get caught by one discussing his life. "There you have it...so, I haven't seen you in the pack meetings...are you a Pale Moon? You know they don't take lightly to your kind if you are a Rogue or an invader." He informs her rather coldly.

Elias strode easily behind the counter of the bar, glancing curiously at a familiar face speaking with a newer one. He'd heard just a little of their conversation, but had decided it'd be best not to comment on it. Certainly not with the last comment spoken. Elias was never one to really focus on the tension between packs, since he'd been human--in a way--up until a couple years ago. He just wasn't used to that part of it all yet.

He slowly wiped down the counter, eyes trained on the wood and the flow of the grain as he worked his way down. Don't be nosy, he reminded himself, sparing just one curious glance towards the conversing pair.

Elouise smiled grimly at Stefan. The guy had it hard, she admitted. At least he didn't have to know what it was like to love your rapist. "We all know how running from your problems turns out." She consoled, placing a dainty hand on his shoulder before downing the rest of the brandy. It left a tingling sensation in her head - she was officially tipsy. "I'm a rogue, but before you go off on how I'm going to get murdered if I stay here for another second, I have a deal with the Alpha. He's agreed to let me stay within the next full moon, and if I haven't decided to join the pack by then, I'll have to leave peacefully." Lou stated calmly, a little twinkle in her eyes. There was an unspoken 'or' that she had left out of her statement. If she refused to leave by the next full moon, she would be dead before she could say 'werewolf'. Lou caught movement in her peripheral and turned slightly to notice another bartender close to her and Stefan, wiping down the counter like it was on fire. He was suspiciously close to them, and as he looked up, Elouise raised a perfect brow at him. She could tell he was a wolf, his scent was way too strong to be anything else.

Stefan looked almost thankful to see a bartender, but he always felt the place smelled like Werewolf so he had no idea Elias was apart of another pack. "Hey bartender six shots of your best vodka and a bottle to hold." He says with a smirk. "Care for a drink...ummm..." He looked at her oddly. He couldn't recall her stating her name..."Miss?" He says trying not to say something offensive. He looked at Elias cautiously. His face was recognizable because Stefan often was here drinking a lot. However, to be placed in the pack faces in Stefan's mind was an act of congress. Stefan only recognized a few of the pack wolves. He tried to simply stay clear of most of the recognized ones because they were normally pretty high up. Ezekiel being the number one avoidable and well down to the Salutary wolf, Axel. He tried for a nervous smile assuming Ezekiel only hired Werewolves for his bar which meant Elias had to be one too jsut checking in on Stefan's conversations with the locals.

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There was a reason Elias wasn't a hunter, aside from his aversion to violence, and that was his total and complete lack of stealth. Which, in this case, was perfectly exhibited when the pretty new wolf lifted a knowing brow in his direction. He flashed Stefan a smile when he noticed him looking over, though he could see how nervous he was. It wasn't any of his business, of course, if Stefan was aware of the existence of werewolves, but he figured it be good to humor the guy in keeping somewhat fearful. If the big lupine secret got out, that would draw some seriously unwanted attention.

"Coming right up," he drawled, nodding and reaching down to grab the shot glasses.

Stefan nodded in thanks figuring after these few drinks he was going to have to leave before it got dark. He always tried avoiding being followed through town by the wolves and it made him on edge even more when the bartender did nothing or reacted to nothing. He wanted to leave while it was still daylight that way more civilians would be out and no wolves could start anything with him. Stefan was not unaware that a lot of the packs wolves were against him living and has faced more than enough threats when the Alpha was not around.

Lou was starting to get worried about how much alcohol she was ingesting. There was no way she would be able to safely drive her pretty Buick all the way back to the motel she was staying at. Putting aside her worries, Elouise threw back a shot and grimaced at the taste. The bartender closest to them was still giving them sideways glances, and Lou was genuinely curious. Her perceptive mind can catch on to little things like that - movements, twitches, erratic behavior. The vodka chose that moment in time to hit her brain, and she moved up into a sitting position on top of the counter.
"So, bartender, do I have the job yet? I've been here for an hour, and I am not a patient wolfy." She slurred, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Was it bad she was flirting with both of the men around her right now? Lou had just met them, it wasn't as if she was committing a crime or anything...

((Note that Werewolves can't get drunk longer than an hour after drinking two 40 oz bottles of any liquor. Noted in the WEREWOLF INFORMATION TOPIC))

((Also I am gonna let Fiend reply first because it is more directed to Elias.))

Elias paused for a moment, contemplating an answer. After a moment, she shrugged nonchalantly and replied, "Probably. I mean, we get pretty busy and tend to be short staffed, so it's likely. It's not my final say, but I would say so." Working as he talked, he placed the shot glasses before Stefan and the girl. "Anything else you need?"

((Sorry for the short reply; had to switch to my phone.))

((NP understandable))

Stefan shook his head wearily as he took four shots one after the other without even thinking. He was going to get wasted and end up getting caught after dark just to be antagonized by another Werewolf. Stefan felt so insecure right now it wasn't even funny. "Listen, I think she needs the job and she should get it. she is good with her hands and maybe a few practice hours of training you can see what she has." Stefan says trying to put in a good word for her, but when he told her he practically owned the place the only reason being he is the closest legally living relative to Ezekiel who is supposed to be dead and possibly dust at this point. "Another round please...just three more this time I really need to start heading back to my house."

Stefan gave the bartender an uneasy nod and pulled on his jacket and gave the young lady a nod before rushing out into what he prayed wasn't sunset, but unfortunately was. Now he knew to expect to be followed closely by the wolves of Pale Moon and he wasn't to enthusiastic about it especially if he couldn't avoid any dark allies trying to reach somewhere they couldn't get to him.

((sorry guys, finals are here and I've been super busy.))

((np I moved Stefan off))