Carlson saw that Stiofan had arrived, and nodded to him once he knew that he was in Stiofan's range of vision. He hoped that Stiofan had been paying attention the last few weeks he'd been addressing the pack, talking about recruiting some new members . They were low on omegas and every member counted. Sipping on a light beer (he'd no intention of drinking heavily that night - he talked to some of the girls at the bar, being the pleasant, handsome archery teacher he was known as in this part of town. He watched with his peripherals as other people came from the apartment complex, and sat themselves down for a stiff drink. Drinking the night before a full moon was practically a tradition. He wasn't exactly sure how it came about, but it had been going on since before he joined the pack, and he wasn't about to stop now. smiling plesantly and greeting everyone with his kind hellos and minimal southern drawl, he was a popular man - with the ladies, at least.