Stíofán had spent his day at the gym. He would do this a lot of days, especially on the day before the full moon. He thought, maybe if he exhausted himself the day before, he wouldn't have the energy to do too much on the full moon, and wouldn't ending up injuring himself, or anyone else, too badly. He went to the apartment complex, dropped off his stuff, and had a shower.
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Stíofán arrived at Sam's Bar and Tavern at dusk, and looked for the bartender. He didn't know her name, but he wanted to. Ever since he had settled down in California he had a thing for her. Stíofán could never work up the courage to ask her out. Every time he tried to talk to her, he just ordered another pint of beer. Being Irish, this wasn't a problem, because he could handle a lot of alcohol before getting drunk. He had, on occasion, ordered so many pints of beer that he got drunk, and another member of the pack had to take him home so that he didn't get angry and accidentally transform.
He saw that she was talking to somebody already, so sat at the bar, and waited for her to notice him.