Zander needed something to occupy his time other than guarding the bridge. And if he were going to be staying here, mingling with society at the bare minimum. The perfect job? A bar, at night. As much as it meant listening to people it didn’t mean he’d have to respond. And there was no better muscle than a monster with stone skin to keep what would have been a shady place with shady dealings in their proper order.
He’d come to The Long Way Down upon hearing about it from the local pizza place. Now he just needed to find the owner. Establishing himself into a society when he spent most of his life as stone and guarding a single space with his own kind would be a challenge.
But if he could have made it this far to this “haven” and survive, it shouldn’t be put to waste. As fate would have it, there was already some blubbering going on inside, a woman trying to keep things civil. Though very much a bulk, Zander kept his cool as he approached slowly to stand beside Maeve, crystal blue eyes regarding the men being rowdy. “Are these two giving you any problems?” Being protective was in Zander’s nature. Gargoyles were meant to be Guardians after all.