Re: Ninth Floor; 6:00 PM
John realized two things at once: first, he had obviously not seen shit crazy enough to compete with Bellum; second, he probably shouldn't pull a gun on a wolf that could talk. Moving deliberately, he shifted his right hand away from his back and switched his beer back into it. Shuffling a bit, he turned his body so he presented a larger target and settled back into the familiar role of "be whatever the other guy wants you to be."
After taking a sip of his beer, he said, "I'm John. New neighbor, first floor. Red decided to introduce me to people." He glanced in Red's direction, wanting to grab her and put his body between hers and the wolf's. He didn't know shit about animals, but he thought the wolf might actually think that he, John, was the threat. Since he didn't really have any desire to get mauled in the near future, he stayed where he was.