Carlson

Carlson was done. I mean, really done. He was tired, he was annoyed, he was just done with tonight. He was headed home, and no one was going to convince him to stay. Looking over at his co-alpha, he just shrugged toward the door when they made eye contact, and he left. He knew that the remaining weres were in capable hands. He had things to do back home anyway. Like toll out punishment

Nanix

Her shift was nearing an and, and boy would she be happy to kick a few of these rebel-rousers out. She started cleaning up her work station, making last call and giving out the last of the drinks.