We walked out of the bar and into the cool evening air, instantly refreshing us, and making us more alert. Thankfully, none of us had drunk enough to make us anywhere close to incapable of functioning normally. The joys of being a werewolf…
Sadly, looking around at many of the other men leaving the bar as a few stumbled around, and the delightful gent throwing up into the flowerbed, it could not be said for many others. They had definitely drunk too much, and no doubt the bar owner would be rubbing his hands together in glee at the profits tonight.
It always amused me to leave bars and clubs at the end of the night seeing all the intoxicated humans, so unable to handle their alcohol. When we were, as a whole, almost sober.
It was usually a game of dodging the drunkard, as they weaved
