a young man in what looks like a leather jacket that has been customized with metal spikes along the shoulders and cuffs. it has hand-sewn punk-styled patches of a familer furry nature. his jeans look to be 2nd hand as well as the combat boots that look well used. the jacket was open to the T-shirt with a pic of a wolf with big wooly fur, and stylized words "WOOLY WOLF" one of the shirts that the con was selling. He looked strange for a con-goer, a bit gruffer, hairier, a little dirtier, and not in the sexual sense.
you move closer to the man and can smell a strong musk about him, you not sure if he's showered today or ever, but something about his scent just turns you on even more. the man is doing shots of hard liquor, a bottle of whiskey near him, he's got a thick blond mountain man beard despite looking to be in his early 20s still, blue eyes turn to tours you as you take a seat next time him and offer him a drink.
"can I help you, sir" the man asks, eyes looking around the bar, looking for someone. looking for threats? He is siting on the far side of the bar for a reason.
"just want to offer you a drink? get to know you?" you say as you order him some top-shelf whiskey.
he takes a slow cautious shot of the higher-quality liquor and answers Jackie
this was when you first met the werewolf that would turn you...what happened later