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  { outfit } Max stepped out of the corner store, pulling a cigarette from the newly-bought packet and lit it. He took a long drag and frowned, wincing a bit as he inspected the bruise around his left eye, lightly touching the side of his head with his fingers. It seemed to have grown a bit since the night before and had now taken on a dark purple shade. Yesterday being a friday night, Max had decided to go do a bit of pub crawling. A couple of hours later when his pockets were empty and his vision swimming, he'd in a drunken stupor started a brawl with the man sitting next to him after he had... hell, Max couldn't even remember. All he could remember was being hit in the chest with a bar stool before the man swung it at his head. Anyway, as far as he was concerned, he hadn't started anything; it was that fat sonofabitch who'd sat next to him's fault, end of discussion. Unfortunately for whoever that man was, he bumped into Max again later that night in an alleyway, and the twenty-two year old decided to get his own back. Max was touchy that way. There hadn't been any witnesses, and if there had been, all they could say to anybody was having seen a man being attacked and mauled by a red wolf, and how odd it was for a wolf to have wandered into the city. Oh, the joys of shapeshifting. Story aside, he had spent the night in jail, was broke, hungover, his ribs were aching and his head was killing him. Thus far his day had not been pleasant and he was feeling murderous. Max hadn't been in town yet for very long so was still mapping the place out and getting lost on a daily basis. At least he knew where his apartment was. Sort of. Last time it was in a general left direction. But before he'd go anywhere else, he needed to find aspirin. Aspirin... must get... aspirin. He looked around lamely, as if a bottle of aspirin would magically fall from the sky. Max was actually concidering waiting there to see if one really would, because spending hours looking for the drug store and possibly ending up in another city was out of the question. His little sister, and his friend he'd left her with, were probably wondering by now where the hell he was. He decided they could wait. Asprin. "Sorry, uh, do ya know where the nearest drug store is?" He turned suddenly and asked a woman who'd just walked past him. She had short black hair and looked young, he guessed her to be in her early to mid-twenties, just a little bit older than himself. "Or I guess ya don't happen to have any painkillers on ya? Aspirin?" He had no money on him, and as much as he loathed asking people for things, desperate times called for desperate measures. |