Despite all that had transpired from the past, it hadn't taken long for Reblin to feel comfortable in Biff's Bar again. Offering a couple bundles of firewood for a stout drink, the piebald wolfdog took his mug from the bar and decided to see what the Luperci in town were doing these days.
But the more he interacted with the other patrons and observed the goings on within the establishment itself, it quickly dawned on him that very little had changed. Tipping his mug back, Reblin took another quaff of his liquor and tried not to think of how much he had altered in comparison to the bar within the same amount of time.
For a place that surely saw more patrons in an hour than Reblin interacted with in half a day, it felt terribly significant to him.
Feeling as though he was sobering up at the thought, the piebald wolfdog drank the last of what was in his mug, relishing the feel of the burn as it cascaded down his throat, and veered back towards the bar to refresh his mug. There, he caught sight of a dark Luperci and sidled up next to them with a grin. "How's the bartender tonight?" he asked conversationally as he set his empty mug against the bar top with a gentle thunk. "Seems busy. But heck if I couldn't use a drink about now."
Because maybe this was too much too soon. Because maybe he was too alone. Because maybe he was still hurting.
Reblin shifted his weight and lifted his mug for the barkeep, waggling it obnoxiously until the employee addressed him properly. Once his offering was accepted and his mug was filled, the piebald wolfdog drank the contents deeply and exhaled slowly with relish. "You come here often?" he asked, the alcohol making him feel tingly and good.
[WC — 313]