102|| Did you follow me

It was a remote area. Literally in the middle of nowhere. There was a small bar and just further down were trucks lineup. The bar doors opened and a man was flung out. He crashed hard on the floor and the bouncer who threw him out, dusted his hands like he had just finished taking out the trash.

"You… baaastard!" the man on the floor picked himself up. He had managed to safeguard the drink in his hand. The scars on his face were surely of old time wars fought and conquered in secret. As he slurred his words, cursing the guard, he bared his fangs and claws to intimidate the human bodyguard.

But the guard didn't bat an eye at his pitiful state. He couldn't even stand straight!

"Fuck you and your management!" the man slurred. "Back when the werewolves were the shit! Your women couldn't stand a chance against this," he gestured to his own body. His six pack abs in his criminal photo had turned into a potbelly in just a few weeks of drinking his life away.

"Fuck!" he staggered away, swingi