Under a blood red sky

Carr had finally had to admit defeat, and get a job. He'd gone to the bar Molly had suggested, and as luck would have it, they'd been short-staffed. He hadn't seen the blonde that Molly'd mentioned, and when he asked about her, no one had seen her. That...was a little worrying, but Carr wasn't of a mind to take on someone else's problems.

So he'd happily picked up her shifts, working behind the bar. He was half-bartender, half-bouncer, if and when needed. It wasn't often, but tempers were running high of late. Tonight, though, everything was quiet. Ish. Carr was busy drying glasses, stacking them at the back of the counter. He suppressed his wolf senses as best as he could while he was working - the inside of a bar could be a little overwhelming, otherwise. As a result, he heard more than smelt someone walk up to the bar.

"Be with you in a sec," he called out, stacking the last glass before turning, eyebrows raised questioningly. "What can I get you?"

(ooc: this thread happens concurrently with this one, in the same bar. Feel free to have your pup hop from one to the other, if you so wish. :D)

Ellen was suffering a little cash flow crisis of her own. She'd had to try and remember everything Dean had told her about him and Sam getting by, way before she was born. Things were a little different in her time; the plus side was that it was a hell of a lot easier here. And the one thing that never changed was greed. A low cut top, low slung jeans, and a flick of her blonde hair, and men were lining up to play pool with her.

She might not play her daddy's way, but she'd walk out richer all the same. Right now she was up a hundred dollars, and close to calling it a night. Maybe after one more game...Scooping up her winnings, she challenged the losers to one more game.

"Give you a chance to win back your money, boys?" She smiled flirtatiously, chalking the end of her cue and blowing off the excess, lips pursed. Crude, but it did the trick. They were practically salivating.

The holiday season was tough on Molly. She at least remembers more of it than she had last year, but she wishes she didn't. Her head hurt and she was hungry. She was getting more of herself back which meant she couldn't ignore these things anymore. She wasn't ready to go back to the apartment yet, and she had cash (which she dearly hoped she hadn't stolen while wandering around) so she decided to head towards the diner that had the gravy fries she liked so much.

She still wasn't aware enough to be concerned with her appearance. Her clothes needed washed as badly or worse than she did, and her hair was beginning to matte in strands again. Her paranoia was lowered however, but she still picked up on a certain specific presence when she came into the diner.

Her head snapped up and her eyes widened as they locked directly onto Thomas. Her heart beat quickened and she felt something she hadn't in a very long time. "...oh shit!" She swallowed against a throat gone dry frozen in place.