Taking his sweet time to get to the bar, Kalib walked with a pop song beat in his step and in no hurry to join the others. The Californian embraced the chill of the night air, savoring its freshness and relative familiarity. [i]"The guys should be having a blast by the time I get there."[/i] He thought to himself, ticking off the names of his fellow pack mates as he spotted some dark drippings on the sidewalk. [i]"Or, maybe the "fun" is just getting started. I really hope this wasn't Jesse again."[/i] With a sigh he began to jog his way to the bar, hoping to god that a fight hasn't started when a man came crashing through the bar door. The scent of blood overcame Kalib.

"Whoa!" He exclaimed, dodging before the bloody man fell on him. Sure he was used to seeing guys literally falling out of the bar drunk off their rockers but what the hell?! "Hey, are you okay?" He questioned, careful not to step on the stranger or get blood on himself. "Say something, dude!"

For a moment he glanced into the bar window and spotted Carlson and Mori --relieved the alphas were there. His eyes quickly scanned to find Jesse at the bar and thankfully not looking like she was the one to bloody this guy at his feet. Kalib turned his attention back to the guy but ready to jump into the building for some help.