Some are prone to wander ((open))

[abattoir_blues]

You wander the earth long enough, you're bound to leave the road more traveled every now and then. You find places most people won't ever see. It's that sort of strange inertia that brings Levon to the Nexus. What brings him to the Lounge, though.. That's less surprising. Less life's happy coincidences. Once he finds a place, he'll find it's darker

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[bigsby_wolf]

The bartender in question here (out of default) is waiting for Red to take up the position. When he finishes his own whiskey and she still doesn't materialize, Big walks up to the bar and reaches back for the bottle. With a nod to the stranger be burps, covers his mouth, and plops down on the stool beside him because his legs give out.

"Scuse moi, mon frère."
Big drinks directly from the bottle. Sam's observation that everyone bounced back quickly from the recent attack seems wrong once one spies the lately absent wolf. His long hair hangs in thick greasy locks and his usually immaculate clothing seems slept in and beaten against a rock.

[abattoir_blues]

"No offense taken."

A sideways glance takes in the sloppy and disheveled man taking up the nearby seat. It makes him feel he might have arrived a little late this time. Or maybe this poor bastard has just always been this haggard. Hard to say.

"Gotten yerself very far down this bottle yet, or are we both lucky enough t'be startin the leisurely part of our day at the same time?"

[bigsby_wolf]

Bigsby always feels more relaxed around those with his own thick southern accent. The hillbillies he mimics in order to seem human take his presence as more normal then the majority of others. In those cases, Big is always mystified as to why those people don't take to him as well. He has trouble seeing the difference in cultures but the speech pattern is noticed.

He sneers with his head down before clearing his throat and spitting to the side away from Levon.
"Is it day already?"

[abattoir_blues]

"Last I checked. Course, I can't say that time doesn't work diff'rent in this place. Being new to this place."
That soft whisper in his ear tells him he's found his way into very strange territory. Odd people who aren't people in places that aren't places. It all suits Levon fine. If he's there, he needs to be.

"Sorry to be the bearer of bad tidings, friend."
Levon actually turns to face the wolf. Big seems normal enough to him, despite the smell of death. Big will still seem plenty normal when Levon knows what he is. The lord works in mysterious ways, after all.
"Seems you've run across some hard times, if you don't mind my saying. I do hope this is a safe place for a man to relax."