Chapter 114
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On the way to town, Greg managed to call and wake Frank and Tony to ask them for help. Frank sounded like he didn't understand anything, but Greg was sure that his best friend would be there as soon as possible at least on autopilot. Tony immediately hurried up and promised to be there faster than the wind as soon as he realized what kind of fun Greg inviting him to. Although Greg still arrived at the scene first.
From the street, the building looked like a small cafe, with an interior from the nineties. Suspiciously, there was no music, no screams, or a rumble, indicating that there could be a bar full of drunken shifters.
Five minutes later, Frank's SUV and Tony's red, shining Alfa Romeo were already beside his Mercedes. Anthony jumped out from behind the wheel as if there was a spring on his seat and hurried to Greg, who had already explored the front of the building, looking for the entrance to the mysterious club. Frank joined them after a minute, and judging by his eyes, he really hadn't woken up yet. Stopping next to his friends, Frank turned his blank eyes from them to the dark cafe and back, trying to understand what the hell he was doing here.
"Are you sure it's here? It is too quiet. Don't tell me we are too late for fun?!" - asked Tony joining Greg.
"Judging by our previous experience, it may very well be here. That clinic for shifters was also hidden by the veterinarian building." - A friend thoughtfully answered him, finally finding an inconspicuous door on the side.
"Have you been to a werewolf clinic before? Why didn't you tell me?" - Asked Tony. His eyes lit up with uncanny curiosity. - "And how was it? Wait ... They can lick their wounds, right? Oh My God, there should be a lot of pretty nurses, who ... Gash, you just have to tell me the address. Now I am getting treatment only there!"
Greg laughed in response to a friend's enthusiasm, recalling the face of the doctor whom Nicky had smashed into the wall and Kiki's story. It seems that Tony doesn't expect that not only pretty nurses can lick the wounds. But as a good friend he, of course, didn't say anything.
"Okay, Tony. If you insist, I just can not refuse you." - Greg replied, carefully suppressing a sly grin.
Having walked around the building again, the three friends still did not find any doors that looked like an entrance. Therefore, Greg, remembering the last time, just knocked on the door that had been found before. Everyone stood waiting and listening. On the other side, there were no sounds at all. Greg knocked again. But the answer was the same. Franky had already raised his fist to slam at the door, as an annoyed male voice came from around the corner.
"Stop making the ruckus, you'll wake the whole neighborhood! Damn puny humans with your nonexistent scent." - A figure of a broad-shouldered man with disheveled long hair emerged out of the shadow without any sound.
"Is there a guy named Greg among you?" - He finally asked, considering their company. Greg hesitantly raised his hand. Judging by the call, Lana, with his future mother-in-law and Risa, probably caused a lot of troubles here tonight. So who knows how this man knew his name, and why he was looking for him?
The man regarded Greg intently, tsked disapprovingly and nodded to the side as a sign that they should follow him.
"Well, your girls can do party hard, I swear!" - he uttered quietly when all three men finally caught up with him. - "I thought only our lionesses can lose all their brakes when they get drunk, but these three have even surpassed our girls."
"Are they alright?" - Greg asked anxiously. The man chuckled in response.
"They're all dandy. But my bar... All the dishes in pieces, broken chairs, they even managed to empty the whole bar and were still not quite content. I am certainly pleased when my clients are satisfied, but ..." - The person drawled, apparently, the owner of the institution, slipping a hint between his words. Greg, as a businessman, immediately understood it and hurried to reassure him.
" Don't worry about it, I will cover all losses."
Hearing this the man immediately smiled.
"Do not forget about the psychiatrist for my male clients," - the bar owner blurted out, unlocking the door, which was more like a regular back panel and letting them pass in front of them. Greg wanted to ask about it, but at that moment a persistent smell of alcohol hit him in the face. His ears almost fell off attacked by a vicious howling that obviously was some kind of girly song. All four men grimaced at the same time. There were no more questions left. It seemed like the girls completely took over this bar and now have arranged a girls-only party here.
After two flights down, a vast room of a typical country bar opened in front of them, which can be found in any small town. Only the general atmosphere here was strikingly different from the expected one.
Closer to the center of the hall, pieces of broken furniture lay here and there, and in the middle it several girls were sitting right on the floor in a close circle. In the center of their small circle, there was a large tub with a strange liquid in it. The numerous empty bottles laying around indicated that it was some kind of a cocktail with an incredible amount of different alcohol mixed together.
Risa and some girl were embracing each other and loudly singing to another tearjerking song about unhappy love. Lana sat in front of a woman who looked like her carbon copy, but a little older. Only her hair color was slightly darker, and her eyes were completely yellow. If Greg did not know about the strange aging thing of shifters, he would have thought that this was Lana's older sister. The woman looked at most 35, she just could never have been a grandma of two older grandchildren.
Next to them set two more unfamiliar girls, one on each side. And they apparently were acting as a sort of referee between mother and daughter.
"I was always so pissed off by Ian's ponytail that once I couldn't resist and spread the rumor through the pack as if he had ringworm as a kid and now he is growing his hair to cover his bald spot." - Veronica confessed in a drunken voice, causing a fit of giggling from her companions. - "He does not allow anyone to touch them, so some old she-wolves are still trying to slip some remedies to him. You should have seen his face when, last year, one handed him a horse shampoo, with a wish that his hair would grow everywhere even in human form after it... "
The girls burst out laughing rolling around on the floor. Even Risa and her new girlfriend stopped singing.
" And Greg recently decided to do a strip dance for me." - Lana slurred in a hushed whisper, swinging and stretching the words. - "I guessed what he was doing, only when he tried to wriggle off his socks with such weird movements, then slipped, and fell face first on the carpet. I almost burst trying not to laugh! But he was so cute!"
The girls entered into a new fit of giggling, without even noticing the men who approached them from behind. Tony covered his mouth with his hand, trying not to snort, and glanced at Greg, whose face was instantly red. Franky squeezed his lips at that moment and strained the muscles of his face so much that it seemed that he was about to start cramping.
"And then ..." - She continued between snorts. But Greg could not tolerate this any longer and loudly cleared his throat, attracting attention to himself. The girls immediately turned around and tried to focus on the new arrivals.
"I certainly get the meaning of girls-only party and all that, but let's keep some facts to yourself." - He said in a cold tone, staring at the girls. Lana blushed immediately.
" If this is Greg, then I do not mind to see even a very odd striptease if he will be the one doing it." - Very loudly whispered the girl sitting next to Lana.
" Better yet, a very weird striptease performed by all three of them." - added the second, with hungry eyes inspecting men.
"Oh! That should be one hell of a show!"
"Mom!" - Lana whirled around quickly, realizing who said this.
"What? I may be an old woman, but I'm not dead! - Veronica replied, studying approvingly the three guys.
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On the way to town, Greg managed to call and wake Frank and Tony to ask them for help. Frank sounded like he didn't understand anything, but Greg was sure that his best friend would be there as soon as possible at least on autopilot. Tony immediately hurried up and promised to be there faster than the wind as soon as he realized what kind of fun Greg inviting him to. Although Greg still arrived at the scene first.
From the street, the building looked like a small cafe, with an interior from the nineties. Suspiciously, there was no music, no screams, or a rumble, indicating that there could be a bar full of drunken shifters.
Five minutes later, Frank's SUV and Tony's red, shining Alfa Romeo were already beside his Mercedes. Anthony jumped out from behind the wheel as if there was a spring on his seat and hurried to Greg, who had already explored the front of the building, looking for the entrance to the mysterious club. Frank joined them after a minute, and judging by his eyes, he really hadn't woken up yet. Stopping next to his friends, Frank turned his blank eyes from them to the dark cafe and back, trying to understand what the hell he was doing here.
"Are you sure it's here? It is too quiet. Don't tell me we are too late for fun?!" - asked Tony joining Greg.
"Judging by our previous experience, it may very well be here. That clinic for shifters was also hidden by the veterinarian building." - A friend thoughtfully answered him, finally finding an inconspicuous door on the side.
"Have you been to a werewolf clinic before? Why didn't you tell me?" - Asked Tony. His eyes lit up with uncanny curiosity. - "And how was it? Wait ... They can lick their wounds, right? Oh My God, there should be a lot of pretty nurses, who ... Gash, you just have to tell me the address. Now I am getting treatment only there!"
Greg laughed in response to a friend's enthusiasm, recalling the face of the doctor whom Nicky had smashed into the wall and Kiki's story. It seems that Tony doesn't expect that not only pretty nurses can lick the wounds. But as a good friend he, of course, didn't say anything.
"Okay, Tony. If you insist, I just can not refuse you." - Greg replied, carefully suppressing a sly grin.
Having walked around the building again, the three friends still did not find any doors that looked like an entrance. Therefore, Greg, remembering the last time, just knocked on the door that had been found before. Everyone stood waiting and listening. On the other side, there were no sounds at all. Greg knocked again. But the answer was the same. Franky had already raised his fist to slam at the door, as an annoyed male voice came from around the corner.
"Stop making the ruckus, you'll wake the whole neighborhood! Damn puny humans with your nonexistent scent." - A figure of a broad-shouldered man with disheveled long hair emerged out of the shadow without any sound.
"Is there a guy named Greg among you?" - He finally asked, considering their company. Greg hesitantly raised his hand. Judging by the call, Lana, with his future mother-in-law and Risa, probably caused a lot of troubles here tonight. So who knows how this man knew his name, and why he was looking for him?
The man regarded Greg intently, tsked disapprovingly and nodded to the side as a sign that they should follow him.
"Well, your girls can do party hard, I swear!" - he uttered quietly when all three men finally caught up with him. - "I thought only our lionesses can lose all their brakes when they get drunk, but these three have even surpassed our girls."
"Are they alright?" - Greg asked anxiously. The man chuckled in response.
"They're all dandy. But my bar... All the dishes in pieces, broken chairs, they even managed to empty the whole bar and were still not quite content. I am certainly pleased when my clients are satisfied, but ..." - The person drawled, apparently, the owner of the institution, slipping a hint between his words. Greg, as a businessman, immediately understood it and hurried to reassure him.
" Don't worry about it, I will cover all losses."
Hearing this the man immediately smiled.
"Do not forget about the psychiatrist for my male clients," - the bar owner blurted out, unlocking the door, which was more like a regular back panel and letting them pass in front of them. Greg wanted to ask about it, but at that moment a persistent smell of alcohol hit him in the face. His ears almost fell off attacked by a vicious howling that obviously was some kind of girly song. All four men grimaced at the same time. There were no more questions left. It seemed like the girls completely took over this bar and now have arranged a girls-only party here.
After two flights down, a vast room of a typical country bar opened in front of them, which can be found in any small town. Only the general atmosphere here was strikingly different from the expected one.
Closer to the center of the hall, pieces of broken furniture lay here and there, and in the middle it several girls were sitting right on the floor in a close circle. In the center of their small circle, there was a large tub with a strange liquid in it. The numerous empty bottles laying around indicated that it was some kind of a cocktail with an incredible amount of different alcohol mixed together.
Risa and some girl were embracing each other and loudly singing to another tearjerking song about unhappy love. Lana sat in front of a woman who looked like her carbon copy, but a little older. Only her hair color was slightly darker, and her eyes were completely yellow. If Greg did not know about the strange aging thing of shifters, he would have thought that this was Lana's older sister. The woman looked at most 35, she just could never have been a grandma of two older grandchildren.
Next to them set two more unfamiliar girls, one on each side. And they apparently were acting as a sort of referee between mother and daughter.
"I was always so pissed off by Ian's ponytail that once I couldn't resist and spread the rumor through the pack as if he had ringworm as a kid and now he is growing his hair to cover his bald spot." - Veronica confessed in a drunken voice, causing a fit of giggling from her companions. - "He does not allow anyone to touch them, so some old she-wolves are still trying to slip some remedies to him. You should have seen his face when, last year, one handed him a horse shampoo, with a wish that his hair would grow everywhere even in human form after it... "
The girls burst out laughing rolling around on the floor. Even Risa and her new girlfriend stopped singing.
" And Greg recently decided to do a strip dance for me." - Lana slurred in a hushed whisper, swinging and stretching the words. - "I guessed what he was doing, only when he tried to wriggle off his socks with such weird movements, then slipped, and fell face first on the carpet. I almost burst trying not to laugh! But he was so cute!"
The girls entered into a new fit of giggling, without even noticing the men who approached them from behind. Tony covered his mouth with his hand, trying not to snort, and glanced at Greg, whose face was instantly red. Franky squeezed his lips at that moment and strained the muscles of his face so much that it seemed that he was about to start cramping.
"And then ..." - She continued between snorts. But Greg could not tolerate this any longer and loudly cleared his throat, attracting attention to himself. The girls immediately turned around and tried to focus on the new arrivals.
"I certainly get the meaning of girls-only party and all that, but let's keep some facts to yourself." - He said in a cold tone, staring at the girls. Lana blushed immediately.
" If this is Greg, then I do not mind to see even a very odd striptease if he will be the one doing it." - Very loudly whispered the girl sitting next to Lana.
" Better yet, a very weird striptease performed by all three of them." - added the second, with hungry eyes inspecting men.
"Oh! That should be one hell of a show!"
"Mom!" - Lana whirled around quickly, realizing who said this.
"What? I may be an old woman, but I'm not dead! - Veronica replied, studying approvingly the three guys.
On the way to town, Greg managed to call and wake Frank and Tony to ask them for help. Frank sounded like he didn't understand anything, but Greg was sure that his best friend would be there as soon as possible at least on autopilot. Tony immediately hurried up and promised to be there faster than the wind as soon as he realized what kind of fun Greg inviting him to. Although Greg still arrived at the scene first.From the street, the building looked like a small cafe, with an interior from the nineties. Suspiciously, there was no music, no screams, or a rumble, indicating that there could be a bar full of drunken shifters. Five minutes later, Frank's SUV and Tony's red, shining Alfa Romeo were already beside his Mercedes. Anthony jumped out from behind the wheel as if there was a spring on his seat and hurried to Greg, who had already explored the front of the building, looking for the entrance to the mysterious club. Frank joined them after a minute, and judging by his eyes, he really hadn't woken up yet. Stopping next to his friends, Frank turned his blank eyes from them to the dark cafe and back, trying to understand what the hell he was doing here. "Are you sure it's here? It is too quiet. Don't tell me we are too late for fun?!" - asked Tony joining Greg. "Judging by our previous experience, it may very well be here. That clinic for shifters was also hidden by the veterinarian building." - A friend thoughtfully answered him, finally finding an inconspicuous door on the side. "Have you been to a werewolf clinic before? Why didn't you tell me?" - Asked Tony. His eyes lit up with uncanny curiosity. - "And how was it? Wait ... They can lick their wounds, right? Oh My God, there should be a lot of pretty nurses, who ... Gash, you just have to tell me the address. Now I am getting treatment only there!"Greg laughed in response to a friend's enthusiasm, recalling the face of the doctor whom Nicky had smashed into the wall and Kiki's story. It seems that Tony doesn't expect that not only pretty nurses can lick the wounds. But as a good friend he, of course, didn't say anything."Okay, Tony. If you insist, I just can not refuse you." - Greg replied, carefully suppressing a sly grin. Having walked around the building again, the three friends still did not find any doors that looked like an entrance. Therefore, Greg, remembering the last time, just knocked on the door that had been found before. Everyone stood waiting and listening. On the other side, there were no sounds at all. Greg knocked again. But the answer was the same. Franky had already raised his fist to slam at the door, as an annoyed male voice came from around the corner."Stop making the ruckus, you'll wake the whole neighborhood! Damn puny humans with your nonexistent scent." - A figure of a broad-shouldered man with disheveled long hair emerged out of the shadow without any sound. "Is there a guy named Greg among you?" - He finally asked, considering their company. Greg hesitantly raised his hand. Judging by the call, Lana, with his future mother-in-law and Risa, probably caused a lot of troubles here tonight. So who knows how this man knew his name, and why he was looking for him?The man regarded Greg intently, tsked disapprovingly and nodded to the side as a sign that they should follow him."Well, your girls can do party hard, I swear!" - he uttered quietly when all three men finally caught up with him. - "I thought only our lionesses can lose all their brakes when they get drunk, but these three have even surpassed our girls." "Are they alright?" - Greg asked anxiously. The man chuckled in response."They're all dandy. But my bar... All the dishes in pieces, broken chairs, they even managed to empty the whole bar and were still not quite content. I am certainly pleased when my clients are satisfied, but ..." - The person drawled, apparently, the owner of the institution, slipping a hint between his words. Greg, as a businessman, immediately understood it and hurried to reassure him. " Don't worry about it, I will cover all losses." Hearing this the man immediately smiled. "Do not forget about the psychiatrist for my male clients," - the bar owner blurted out, unlocking the door, which was more like a regular back panel and letting them pass in front of them. Greg wanted to ask about it, but at that moment a persistent smell of alcohol hit him in the face. His ears almost fell off attacked by a vicious howling that obviously was some kind of girly song. All four men grimaced at the same time. There were no more questions left. It seemed like the girls completely took over this bar and now have arranged a girls-only party here. After two flights down, a vast room of a typical country bar opened in front of them, which can be found in any small town. Only the general atmosphere here was strikingly different from the expected one. Closer to the center of the hall, pieces of broken furniture lay here and there, and in the middle it several girls were sitting right on the floor in a close circle. In the center of their small circle, there was a large tub with a strange liquid in it. The numerous empty bottles laying around indicated that it was some kind of a cocktail with an incredible amount of different alcohol mixed together. Risa and some girl were embracing each other and loudly singing to another tearjerking song about unhappy love. Lana sat in front of a woman who looked like her carbon copy, but a little older. Only her hair color was slightly darker, and her eyes were completely yellow. If Greg did not know about the strange aging thing of shifters, he would have thought that this was Lana's older sister. The woman looked at most 35, she just could never have been a grandma of two older grandchildren.Next to them set two more unfamiliar girls, one on each side. And they apparently were acting as a sort of referee between mother and daughter."I was always so pissed off by Ian's ponytail that once I couldn't resist and spread the rumor through the pack as if he had ringworm as a kid and now he is growing his hair to cover his bald spot." - Veronica confessed in a drunken voice, causing a fit of giggling from her companions. - "He does not allow anyone to touch them, so some old she-wolves are still trying to slip some remedies to him. You should have seen his face when, last year, one handed him a horse shampoo, with a wish that his hair would grow everywhere even in human form after it... "The girls burst out laughing rolling around on the floor. Even Risa and her new girlfriend stopped singing." And Greg recently decided to do a strip dance for me." - Lana slurred in a hushed whisper, swinging and stretching the words. - "I guessed what he was doing, only when he tried to wriggle off his socks with such weird movements, then slipped, and fell face first on the carpet. I almost burst trying not to laugh! But he was so cute!"The girls entered into a new fit of giggling, without even noticing the men who approached them from behind. Tony covered his mouth with his hand, trying not to snort, and glanced at Greg, whose face was instantly red. Franky squeezed his lips at that moment and strained the muscles of his face so much that it seemed that he was about to start cramping. "And then ..." - She continued between snorts. But Greg could not tolerate this any longer and loudly cleared his throat, attracting attention to himself. The girls immediately turned around and tried to focus on the new arrivals."I certainly get the meaning of girls-only party and all that, but let's keep some facts to yourself." - He said in a cold tone, staring at the girls. Lana blushed immediately. " If this is Greg, then I do not mind to see even a very odd striptease if he will be the one doing it." - Very loudly whispered the girl sitting next to Lana." Better yet, a very weird striptease performed by all three of them." - added the second, with hungry eyes inspecting men."Oh! That should be one hell of a show!""Mom!" - Lana whirled around quickly, realizing who said this."What? I may be an old woman, but I'm not dead! - Veronica replied, studying approvingly the three guys.
