Into Purgatory. (Blood Clovers, Dingoes)

[Oz]

~Purgatory...quaint name~ Oz thought to himself as he drove through the suburbs of Citrus heights. The breeze coming through the vans open window ruffled his untamed red hair. It also carried in a scent Oz wasn’t too sure about. It was a familiar wild and musky scent, the scent of wolves, and lots of them. Until now Oz had avoided this particular part of Cleveland for that reason, turning down their past inquiries about booking his band here. Several questions passed through his mind now as they grew closer to their stop, Oz driving ahead in his blue van while an RV with the rest of his group followed behind.

Were the owners of the bar simply fans of Dingoes Ate My Baby? Or was this a way to size him and his pack up? Some wolves could be funny about things like that. Didn’t like young Alphas popping up and starting packs of their own. Not that Oz had meant for such a thing to happen, like most things it just kind of did. Perhaps they were just curious to meet some fellow wolves. Just as curiosity finally made Oz accept their offer for the Dingoes to play here tonight.  

~Friends or foes? Guess we’ll find out~ Oz thought as the Purgatory Bar came into view. The old blue van came to a stop and he stepped out, what remained of the days sun glinting off his sunglasses. He took a moment to look around, eyeing the line of motorcycles, and the two rather large and burly looking guys standing near the bars entrance. No doubt they were sizing him up too. A rather short man dressed in a maroon t-shirt and grey cargo pants, red hair in a state of wild spikes. Beads on one wrist and a leather cuff wrapped around the other, fingernails painted black.

“Going to scope things out. Back in a sec.” He called back to the others before heading for the bar, feeling the sensation of being watched by the men near the door. He slipped off his sunglasses and hooked them into his collar. Eyes locked with one of the bikers, but no words were said as he passed by. Well…that was a good start at least. And so Oz stepped through the door and into Purgatory.

[Kassandra Fitzpatrick]

It had been a long day of work at the garage, and being as it was just a couple nights following her first meeting with Baylee Rice during the incident with the vampires, Kassandra was still feeling the pain of having been stabbed by one of said bloodsuckers. As such, she was fairly eager to bury the discomfort of the still healing wound, which normally would already been a non-issue if not for the fact that a silver dagger had been used. Drinking herself stupid seemed a good way to do that, and so she’d not given much complaint when her father had ordered her and most of her siblings to be at the bar tonight, something having to do with another pack having shown up in Cleveland a few days before posing as a group of musicians, or something like that.

It didn’t seem as if the ‘demonic’ wolves that had been described by her father had shown up for the gig at the time she entered an hour earlier, and the redhead had wasted little time in making her way over to the bar and ordering a steady flow of liquor from her twin sister Katherine. It took a lot for her to get a decent buzz going but after nearly a dozen shots and three beers, Kass was feeling pretty good and the pain was almost a memory even if she was still far from shitface drunk.

It was just as she ordered a fourth beer that an odd scent hit her sensitive nose, and almost as one, both she and her twin turned their heads in the direction of the front entrance from their opposite sides of the bar. She couldn’t see the other members of her family from her current peripheral but was fairly sure they’d have taken notice wherever they were scattered about the unsuspecting humans in the bar.

“Damn, he’s kinda cute. Gotta be one of the one’s Da’s all worked up about.” She whispers to Katherine as her eyes fall upon the sunglasses wearing werewolf that had just entered. “Wonder if they plan to stay around the city long term.”

[Oz]

Oz had to admit for a moment he felt like he could be starring in an old western. You know the scene where the new face in town walks into the saloon and everyone stops to look at the interloper. Well, not quite everyone in this case. Some people went about their business without pause, humans judging by the scent mingled in the air, and maybe a couple less curious wolves who just didn't care.

On the outside he moved with the appearance of someone who was calm and collected, not much concerned with the world around him as he passed leisurely through the crowd and headed for the bar. But inside his heightened senses were taking in everything around him, nose and ears taking notes on those he passed. Human, human, wolf, wolf, human, wolf. Ok not really sure what that guy is but he doesn’t smell evil anyway.

As he got closer to the bar Oz had to do a double take, no pun intended. Glancing from the bartender, to a woman sitting on a nearby stool. The resemblance was uncanny. One was a bit more liberal with the make-up, particularly around the eyes but still. Maybe they were related or something he pondered as he came to a stop next to the one on the stool. “Oz.” He offered a hand to the woman behind the bar in greeting. Or rather she-wolf he now realized after sticking his hand out. “Here with the band. Dingoes Ate My Baby. So where do we start setting up?”

[Kassandra Fitzpatrick]

Keeping her gaze upon the outsider for a couple more seconds until he began to move in their direction, Kassandra shifted her eyes to instead meet those of her twin, and flashed Katherine a grin at the nod that the minutes younger member of the Fitzpatrick family gave. Looked like she’d get first ‘stab’ at picking up this one, if he was at all receptive to her efforts anyways.

Waiting until he was standing almost right next to her, Kass focused on her drink for a few moments until she heard him speak out in greeting, giving his name and an offered hand to her sister, before she looked back over as Katherine introduced herself as well.

“And I’m Kassandra.” She adds without prompting or shame, not much concerned with the fact he’d not asked as she was aware of his eyes on her a moment before.

“Stage is in the northwest corner, on the other side of that crowd.” She continued, raising her hand up to jerk her thumb over her shoulder in the direction of the platform in question. “Ain’t too often that we see your kind of wolf out this way, you guys travel a lot with the rocker deal?” She then asks, wondering if the rest of his band was like him, or just humans. Perhaps both of the twins could get lucky tonight if it was the former.

[Oz]

Oz drew in a breath about to say something but the woman on the stool jumped in. His gaze shifted from the bartender to her. Up close the similarity between them was even more noticeable and so was their scent. Those pheromones lingering beneath the smell of alcohol, he had to admit it was a bit enticing to the wolf within. -Down boy- He told himself directing his attention to the stage area for a moment. Not bad. Better than the last place they played here in Cleveland.

“Cool. I’ll get them setting up.” He should head back out to the others but instead found himself leaning casually against the bar. Eyes shifting back to Kassandra. “Usually play back home in Sunnydale. Have a few acquaintances this way so I swing by from time to time. Bring the band with me if there’s some gigs available.” They had a little time to kill yet before the show started anyway. Couldn’t hurt to find out a little more about the local wolf populace could it?

“Hope you wont think less of my kind if our music sucks.” He was only teasing of course. He thought the Dingoes had a good vibe going and though they may not be rock star famous they could hold their own. “So how much do you know about my kind anyway? Curiosity."