"Huh?" He turned, seeing the tail end of a hulking man leave with something red and white. ". . . . Oh. Er, okay. A rum and cola, please. . ." Kalib said, awkwardly seating himself at the bar. He felt like a spaz for running in like that, and a blockhead for not going for the first aid kit. Attempting not to look as embarrassed as he felt, he leaned against the counter. "How's the night going for ya? Got a lot of tips?" With the multiple times the pack has gone drinking before the full moon, Kalib had began to favor this bartender more then her co-workers and silently scolded himself for not asking her name after all this time.

Seeking a peek over his shoulder, he wanted to see if anyone was staring or, at least, not noticing him. [i]"Man, you mucked this one up real good. How will the pack expect to rely on you when you're being stupid and can't handle getting the first aid kit."[/i] Chastised his mind. It was one thing being one of the younger werewolves in the pack; its quite another being a [i]young omega[/i] who needs to do his job.