The bar had ended up being a frequent spot for the wolf, finding solace in the peace that came with being able to steal an hour or two for himself. Most his time was spent nursing whiskey and scoping at the people within the establishment, whether it be for a hunt or for other means of entertainment and had been, thus far, unsuccessful at finding anything that fully caught his eye until his gaze landed on a woman who looked less than thrilled with her company and he found himself moving towards the pair, catching the tale end of the conversation as a hand clapped onto the male’s shoulder. “I believe that lady said beat it,” Chris mused, a fake smile pulling across his lips as his gaze met the other male’s, committing his features to memory for later, an offering for Razor and his mother. “Should probably learn to take a hint.” Digits remained tight against his shoulder as he watched the inner debate, corners of his lips twitching upright within amusement before eventually the human pulled away and he released his grasped. Blue hues fell on the woman, remaining silent for a moment before gesturing towards the stool beside her. “Mind if I sit,” he questioned.
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