We spot a couple of customers standing outside the doors as we drive by and around the back. Misty pulls the handbrake and dives out the car. She starts chanting something as I follow her and the back door pops open without her even getting her keys out.
“Cool,” I announce in awe.
“Oh, that's nothing, honey!” she replies, running to the bar.
She opens the front doors via chant again. That is one cool trick!
Over the next hour or two a steady stream of customers come and goes. A familiar face catches my eye and I make my way over to take his order. He’s with another guy I haven't met yet. He’s definitely Werewolf, I can feel his power, and it’s strong, he has to be high up in the ranks.
“Evening, Ed. What can I get you?”
“Hi, beautiful. You haven't met Wes yet, have you?" he queries pointing to the wolf next to him.
I shake my head and extend my hand to Wes. “No, I haven't. It's nice to meet you, Wes. I'm Bel.”
He smirks as he takes my hand, “I've heard a lot about you. It's nice to finally meet you.”
“All good stuff I hope. What can I get you guys to drink?” I let go of his hand and wipe the bar down with the cloth I keep tucked in my apron, trying to get rid of the nervous thought that people are talking about me.
“Just a Toohey’s, thanks,” Wes orders. “We’re both on patrol, so we best steer clear of the hard stuff.”
I grab their beers out of the fridge under the bar and pop the tops off before handing them over.