"Wow," says one of the girls from the ferry, "This...this is REALLY good," pounding down her glass.
"Yeah," her friend adds, "I've never tasted anything like it."
The men at the bar and the bartender laugh quietly, exchanging quick, knowing glances at each other.
"You want a couple more?" the bartender asks, already seeming to know the answer. Two more glasses, full of beer appeared on the bar before the girls could say, "Yes." The girls down the beer even more quickly this time.
"Man, that sure looks good," Becky says, staring almost enviously at the girls.
"Becky, it's not a good idea," you tell her, "seriously."
"Sure you won't be havin' anything, girls?" the bartender asks you two again.
"I'll have what they're having," Becky said, gesturing to the girls. "I don't think my friend is in a drinking mood."
That was when you were proven right. The two brunette girls from the ferry suddenly began to make out right there at the bar. They stopped for a moment, one of them saying, "Wow...I'm feeling kind of...odd."
"It's just the saliva gettin' through ya, or the musk, don't pay it any mind, girls," the bartender told them with a smile.
"God..goddamn, I'm hot!" the other girl muttered. Looking at the bartender,she asked, "The what or the what?"
"It's what gives Lupinbrau its great taste; two secret ingredients. The saliva from the alpha male werewolf of the island, and the musk from the alpha female of the island," she said, smiling.
"You're...you're nuts, lady," the first girl muttered, seemingly unaware that she was sliding her hand up her skirt.
"Yeah," said the second, "There's...there's no such thing as werewolves," as she locked eyes with her friend, leaning in and kissing her deeply. "Let me...let me help you with that," she said to her friend, scooting her stool closer, sliding a hand up under her friend's skirt.
"Yeah," laughed one of the men at the bar, "No such thing as werewolves, girls. Sure..try telling us that once you've joined the pack." The girls continued, undeterred and unbothered by the man, or by anyone watching, for that matter. The girls continued to make out more and more vigorously, and now you could see the trouble even more clearly. Both girls' ears had begun to grow pointed and longer, and when their eyes were actually open, they were clearly a bright yellow. The men and the bartender were watching with dark smiles, and the gypsy and the man from the back were approaching as well, wanting to get a better view.
"Becky," you say, getting off of your stool, "It's time to go."