[b][color=#04B404]Thomas[/color][/b]

His beer finally arriving to it, taking a long gulp before stopping and gasping for breath, he looked around and more people were giving him glances or even worried looks. He simply shrugs it off, he did however, raise an eyebrow at how some of the patrons began getting a bit more fidgety after seeing him, well specifically, his arm. [i][color=#04B404]"Probably the moonshine."[/color][/i] he thought to himself before taking a quick gulp of the beer.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a familiar figure, though could barely recognize her because of the beer or the loss of blood, eitherway, [i][color=#04B404]"Oh, Yvette, is that you or am I starting to see things?"[/color][/i] he asked her outloud with a wide grin, [i][color=#04B404]"How's it goin?"[/color][/i]

[b]"Ты полный отстой."[/b] he heard from a Tall Russian man, with a really thick accent, [i][color=#04B404]"Is that Dimitri? No way."[/color][/i] he utters but then gets a light slap on the cheek followed by, [b]"Go to the hospital."[/b]

[i][color=#04B404]"Well, hello to you to Dimitri, got even bulkier last time I saw ya', how is that even humanly possible?"[/color][/i] he asked, still maintaining that stupid grin on his face. [i][color=#04B404]"This little scratch, I'll get it checked out soon, lemme just finish my beer"[/color][/i] he said to him, but leans in and whispers in a serious tone, [i][color=#04B404]"Did you notice? Some of em' are eyeing my arm and even getting fidgety."[/color][/i] 

A grin formed on his already smiling face,
[i][color=#04B404]"Hah, fucking with you man, course there's no Wolves in here eh?"[/color][/i] he said finally and finished the last drop of his drink, he get's up then stretches, and he also notices the blood spots and gives a bigger tip than usual. Right before leaving, he notices Fay, waving his injured hand at her caused the blood to smear on Dimitri's back, Yvette's face and a random customers shirt, bowing a quick apology to them, he quickly ran away and says to Fay right before, [i][color=#04B404]"Well, uhm, sorry I'll be leaving you with the mess, there's a tip on the table."[/color][/i]

After saying that sentence, Thomas runs out of the bar, hearing what sounded like a whistle towards him before hitting the door.

Right after leaving the door and losing his balance, there was a beep that came on his phone, a message, but with Thomas being out for the count, he couldn't check it.