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The bar was not empty, as Ly quickly found out, spotting the male pouring himself a drink. Ears laid flat against his skull and Ly considered turning back, but it was the first time since being accepted he had ventured outside of Phoenix Valley and he wouldn’t let a little company ruin his good time. He had spotted the bar, knowing what it was immediately. The husky mix had come across one or two in his time, and he was glad to discover there was one so close to his pack land, he could only hope that the bottle the stranger held had been found here, not brought along. Closing his eyes, Lysander mentally dressed himself for the occasion, picking out his personality for the night, adding it to his mental list of all the people he could be. Devoted and weak for DaVinci, a pervert for Whinifred. An alcoholic would be a nice addition.
Strolling up, Lysander gave the male what appeared to be a genuine smile. Without hesitation he came up straight to the bar, giving no indication that he was disappointed or surprised to find anyone else here. Instead, he decided, this male belonged here. In fact, as far as Ly was considered he worked here. Tapping his hand quickly on the bar, he nodded to the male, as if this was all preplanned. “Barkeep, give me a little of everythin’ ya’ve got, an’ make it quick!”
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