Club Opening

[bitingmybullet]

Well.

Here we go.

The night is young, the lights are low, and the sound system actually appears to be working. Gwen's dressed in what, for her, is nice: black dance pants, ballet flats, and a scoop-neck t-shirt.

She's just praying no fights break out. She likes this shirt

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[rebelw_outclaws]

Russ is early.

And this time he's not alone.

"Mike! C'mon!"

The door opens.

[bitingmybullet]

She doesn't recognize the guy with Russ, and his smell sets her a little on edge.

Of course, it's not taking a whole lot to set her on edge tonight.

"Hey, guys," she says with a smile. "How're you doing?"

[rebelw_outclaws]

"Gwen."

He grins. "Just fine. You ready for this?"

The look he's giving her is -- well, "appraising" is probably an understatment.

[bitingmybullet]

It's got to be the wolf in her that just wants to brush the Mike guy off as inconsequential-- and isn't he, next to the Alpha? She smiles at him pointedly.

"Thanks."

And eyes Russ back, though she looks more exasperated than anything else.

"Ready as I'll ever be."

[rebelw_outclaws]

"Just howl if you need me."

He jerks his head towards Michael. "This is Michael. Mike, this is Gwen. You need a busboy around here?"

[bitingmybullet]

"I'll do that," Gwen says.

And frowns at Michael.

"Well ... I always need the help. If you're up for long hours and little pay except maybe beer and personal satisfaction."

[bitingmybullet]

Her frown deepens, and she shoots Russ a look of ... confusion, maybe. Or anger.

"Well. Okay, Michael. I appreciate it."

[rebelw_outclaws]

Russ is lounging against a column, and gives her a What did I do? look in return.

"Don't stay out too late," he tells Michael.

[bitingmybullet]

Gwen smiles back, encouraging.

"That'll help. Thanks."

Once he's gone, she glances to Russ.

"Nice guy."

It's not an accusation. Not really.

[rebelw_outclaws]

"Good kid, yeah."

For once, he sounds sincere, not staged. Russ takes care of what's his -- right down to the omega.

"Thanks for giving him the job."

[bitingmybullet]

Her expression may soften slightly at his tone. But only slightly.

She shrugs, light.

"No problem-- like I said, I need the help."