The evening came quick that day, or at least, it felt like it. A few domestic disputes, a hunter causing trouble, and even two of the six children in the pack getting lost in the city left him borderline exhausted. Six years as Alpha had not made his job any easier, nor more enjoyable. Someone had to do it though, and he was proud to assist his pack and lead them to safety.
Checking his calendar, he saw that the full moon was tomorrow night. He'd planned out how it would go to a T, and it would be another successful month so long as people listened to him. Six years had not been kind to him, as it took about 3 years to garner the full respect of most of the pack. Even then, there were outliers who refused to listen, who refused to take him seriously as an Alpha despite his successes. He just prayed they'd listen tomorrow night. Sending a mass text to the members of his modest pack family, he reminded them of tomorrows date, and that if they wanted to have a drink, best have it tonight, and that he would be down by Sam's Bar and Tavern if they wanted to have a jolly old time. Adjusting his flannel shirt and rolling up the sleeves, he put his wallet in his back pocket and nodded to the younger and non-drinking members of the group who would stay to watch the children. He then left.
A long day on the bridge for a fashion shoot was the least of the bartender's problems. Today's problem was that it was the day before the full moon, the supposed busiest day of the month. Why? Who the hell knows. The same men and women show up on this day, all from that apartment complex down the street. She wasn't about to complain though. They tipped well, and they were all nice. She especially liked that Irish guy. She really hoped he hadn't noticed her eyeing him the last few times he'd been there. One day she'd ask him out, but that day wasn't anytime soon.
She fixed her hair, putting it up in a high ponytail, and touched up her makeup. She wanted to look nice, even if she wasn't really up to flirting today or anything. But the prettier she looked, the better she was tipped. It was the sexist world she lived, she supposed. She called her boss, met with the floor manager, and set up the glasses. All was set.