"Right on, I'd like that." His thick brows rose over his forehead. "Seriously?" He couldn't believe it had been that easy to score such a hot chick. A grin broke over his face and he huffed a little. "Awesome, let's go." He reached out a hand to hold her elbow as she stepped down from the bar. "In the New York New York. It's huge and way too big for me. I just can't bring myself to find somewhere else."
He had too many memories of his good friends in that place, and even though they haunted him, he couldn't even think of parting with them. He was pleased to see that she was rather tall, though still a good foot shorter than he was. But he was used to towering over most people, especially women. "You have a place here yet? You know Lycan Affairs will get you set up with a job and a place once you get registered with them?" He wasn't sure how long she'd been in town exactly and how much she knew about how the place was run.
He chuckled at her next question, not at all surprised by it shockingly enough. "Dude, I'm a werebear. Asking if I have food at my place is like asking if I shit in the woods." He thought about that for a moment before he realized it didn't make a whole hell of a lot of sense, but then shrugged. "But yes, I do. C'mon." He led her outside into the snow and pulled his leather duster over the both of them as the snow fell down from the dark sky.
It was a trek down the strip to the hotel, but they made it in good time and stepped into the lobby, stamping the snow off their feet and dusting themselves off. Gunnar shook out his jacket and led her to the elevator. He pressed the button for up and stepped inside once it opened. He pulled her in after him and turned the key for the penthouse suite. It hadn't been Gunnar's to begin with, it had been the famous lycan singer Kyler Rainsong's, but after his disappearance, it had been left to Guns. He even blushed as he turned the key, because he didn't feel like he deserved to be living there.
As the elevator's opened up on the penthouse suite, Gunnar gestured her inside and stepped out as the doors closed behind him. "This is it. Oh, and food and whiskey are in the kitchen. This way." He led her into the kichen and pulled open the fridge. "Take whatever you want." He gestured inside the packed refrigerator and walked to his liquor cabinet, pulling it open and picking out the bottle of whiskey. He grabbed two glasses and filled them half full with the amber liquid. He held one out to her and then picked up his own and the bottle and headed for the living room.
He settled himself on the red leather sofa and put the bottle and his glass on the coffe table that was so uncomfortably low to the ground. His whole place had a very modern vibe to it, though it hadn't been his decision to make it that way. Picking up a remote control, he turned on some tunes and then turned down the volume. He had a hard time not having music on wherever he went. It was his favorite background noise.