Ryker had an idea. While, historically, that has been known to breed more than one dangerous situation, he was confident that this idea was a good one. After asking around the hotel a little bit, he found out about a nice little pub a short ways off Times Square that members of the pack liked to frequent. Hopefully, this would be a wonderful way to meet one or two members of his pack in a little bit of a less formal environment than the hotel. Granted, not that Ryker dressed particularly formally while inside the hotel, he still made sure that he kept his style and dressed carefully. But here, just a night on the town, there wouldn’t be the feeling of a bunch of rules or making sure that anyone was impressed, either on his part or for the pack mates that he was hoping to run into.
The pub itself was nice, but not pretentious. It made no pretenses about the fact that it was, in essence, a place for people to come, hang out, and unwind from a day at work or something along those lines. Ryker stood out a little bit, but not too badly, wearing a pair of black jeans and a charcoal gray shirt under a light black blazer. Working his way through the jovial crowd, as it was well into the night and the pub was pretty full, he took a seat up at the bar and ordered an Irish Red Ale. The Sam Adams version that the bartender handed him a minute later was not too bad. It was not as good as the real thing, of course, but it wasn’t terrible, by any means.
Turning around to begin his people watching, Ryker sipped on his drink. He kept careful tabs on the scent of the air and the people around him, checking as surreptitiously as possible for any shifters. If they carried the scent of the hotel, so much the better. Even he found a shifter that wasn’t part of his pack, though, he would most likely greet them and try to find out about them.
The pub itself was nice, but not pretentious. It made no pretenses about the fact that it was, in essence, a place for people to come, hang out, and unwind from a day at work or something along those lines. Ryker stood out a little bit, but not too badly, wearing a pair of black jeans and a charcoal gray shirt under a light black blazer. Working his way through the jovial crowd, as it was well into the night and the pub was pretty full, he took a seat up at the bar and ordered an Irish Red Ale. The Sam Adams version that the bartender handed him a minute later was not too bad. It was not as good as the real thing, of course, but it wasn’t terrible, by any means.
Turning around to begin his people watching, Ryker sipped on his drink. He kept careful tabs on the scent of the air and the people around him, checking as surreptitiously as possible for any shifters. If they carried the scent of the hotel, so much the better. Even he found a shifter that wasn’t part of his pack, though, he would most likely greet them and try to find out about them.