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Jay had been feeling...weird...lately. His senses of hearing and smell were even more sensitive, which was a two-edged sword, in a sense. On the one hand, he could pinpoint specific sounds and scents that he couldn't before, but on the other, the slightest bit of perfume would overwhelm him if he was too close. He didn't know what was going on, and he found himself getting more emotional; temperamental even. 

It was dark, but at the same time, Jay was noticing his vision had gotten a little better than usual at night, too. It was all so confusing and overwhelming, he'd decided to take a walk through the park as his mind wandered. As he walked, his foot caught on something and he fell, face first into the dirt. Hopping to his feet, he felt his blood starting to boil as his eyes turned yellow and he felt his shirt getting tighter. He let out a pained yell as his shirt and pants tore, the straps on his backpack ripped, and his shoes practically exploded off of his feet. In seconds, where Jay stood was a large, canine beast, roughly the size and build of a mastiff, but stockier. As black as the night itself, but with yellow eyes that practically glowed in the darkness. 

With a surreal howl, the dog-like creature took off running through the night, picking up the smell of something nearby. Hunkering low, he saw a young man leaning against a tree, smoking a cigarette. He crept closer, then charged, pouncing the poor soul that had become his prey. 

Blood still staining his maw, the beast walked away, his large canine foot snuffing out the cigarette that had fallen to the ground. The night was still young...


...And he was still hungry. 

Jay didn't often get this early of a start, but...well, considering he didn't get enough sleep to properly end the previous day, maybe he was just getting a super late finish. Or something. He didn't know. For some reason, he was smelling more than he was used to; his already heightened senses were somehow getting...stronger? He did notice in pitch black he was gradually becoming able to make out outlines, but that could just be him adjusting better to the dark, what with his more nocturnal lifestyle and all.

Jay strolled into the building, wearing his usual getup of a tee shirt and jeans, bag slung over his shoulder, but he looked...tired. On top of this weird, morning-sickness sense of smell, his mind was....active. So active he didn't want to sleep. But he had some things to take care of today. Maybe after that he could have a nap. Or a nice, medium-rare stake. Well. Medium-well...right? Nope, he was pretty sure he wanted it a little redder than usual for some reason.

Oh well, that was a plight for later. Jay strolled up to the front desk, and started to speak before perfume assaulted his nose. Courtney's perfume wasn't....always that strong. She smelled nice(as someone with a heightened smell could notice without being weird), but today it felt like he jumped into a vat of the stuff. In fact, it made the poor guy's head spin a little.

"Well, looks like I'm a lucky dog," he said with a smile as he approached the desk. "Looking lovely as cough always~" His voice had faltered a bit, and it was obvious he was a bit off of his game, but maybe some light flirting would turn his day around. It usually tended to.

Jay knocked back his drink and didn't exactly stick around the bar, but he did set an alarm on his phone. "Well, my dear, I'll leave you to your work, and I'll be back to whisk you off your feet at 2:30~" he said with a wink as he paid for his tab and left her a decent tip--though he planned on leaving her a much better one later, if one were to catch his drift. With that, he moseyed out of the door, the pain in his face now long forgotten as he dipped into an alley, and moments later, a golden retriever wearing a backpack came trotting out. May as well enjoy the night air, right?

After a brisk night of mostly just lounging throughout the night, looking up at the stars and enjoying the breeze in his fur, his alarm told him it was getting close to two thirty, so he made his way back to the bar, just in time to hear her calling for him. The dog walked up to her with a bark and a tail wag before dipping back behind a dumpster and shifting back, said dumpster hiding his...assets.

"I'll be a second," he replied as he got dressed and stepped out in the clothes he'd worn prior. "Well then, shall we?"

Jay had actually found himself getting lost in the conversation; she was actually quite enjoyable company, if he was perfectly honest. She was obviously good looking, she knew how to hold a good, innuendo-laced conversation(though that was probably from being a bartender), and most importantly, she was into him.

She was good at this, but so was he. He felt his mutation was perfect for him; cats hunt using stealth, you don't see them until it's too late. But dogs...just go for it. Not that she was prey to him; this was all just a game to him. Only instead of chasing sticks he preferred to go after pretty women.

"Two-thirty, huh?" he said, looking at his phone for the time. "Oh, I'd be game. I'm sure I can find some way to occupy my time while I wait," he said with a grin, sitting back as he finished his drink.

Jay didn't play the game as....cautiously. He never showed all of his cards, so to speak, but he knew which ones to show. Which ones to hide. Flirting was a delicate art, but it seemed to be one that the two of them had pretty well mastered. And that's what made it so much fun.

"And that, is why I don't pass out demos," he said with a smirk. "After replacing their former bassist, I pretty much also became the unofficial PR and booking guy," he added with a shrug. "Being more experienced in that field, they found I can usually land them better gigs. But nah, instead of demos, it's easier just to put word out, maybe get someone with a venue to check out another gig, and let it go from there. Honestly it saves on time and money that way, and that's space for one more thing in your trash can," he said with a smirk and a wink. Talking business was good; it was a way to relax and get a better look at the other person. Jay kept his wit and his humor sharp, as well as laying on the charm a little.

Admittedly, Jay liked the name Wyvern. Dragons and things of the sort were cool, but the nerd card was one he kept very close to his chest, which was why he'd dropped the not-so-subtle hint that the band was named before he got there. At the same time, he showcased his experience just a little. Experience was another way of saying 'I'm damn good at what I do.' Though...in all sincerity...Jay wasn't looking to score that kind of a gig. It was just a conversation topic, but if a gig came of it, then one couldn't complain.

"If you're suggesting a...duet...I'd certainly be game," he said just as softly, a slight purr to his voice. Though it wasn't a cliched cat purr, this was more akin to an idling muscle car. There was a sense of power to the intoxicating quiet, a slight hint of eagerness if one knew what to listen for.

It was dark, but the night was still young. Jay Fisher stood, naked, looking back at the figure he'd left lying there, breath labored; tired. As he looked back, he'd absently start putting on his clothes. Underwear, pants, socks, shoes, then finally shirt and gym bag. His thoughts were miles away as his mind wondered, thinking about events, recent and past, people, and just life in general. How'd he even get to this point?

At the forefront of his mind was Zelda. The relationship was open, but he loved her. He just didn't know how to say it. Didn't know how to show it either, but they'd bought a house together. Moved in together. To him, that was the symbol of their love. Out of anyone they might be with, in the end it was the two of them. He didn't deserve someone like her, but she was his anchor. She made everything….worth it.

Then his mind went to the red demon, Khalil. He hadn't known the guy long, but they'd grown close within the Syndicate. He was like a brother, and now he was gone. Jay assumed he was dead. That was likely the case, after all. He didn't have many friends to begin with, so losing one just hurt that much more.

Not to mention the change of management in the Syndicate. Poseidon was a man he feared, yet respected. That day in the warehouse, Poseidon saw something in the dog shifter that he thought was worth not wasting a bullet, and instead brought him into the organization. And now, he was “away,” at least that's what he was he was told. Not that he trusted it. In his place was some….b****. He wasn't too sure about her, but she was the boss. Not his boss; that honor belonged to one man. But as the boss, Jayda would get his respect, but he respected the authority, and the authority alone.

Then he found himself thinking about every woman, every one night stand. Lee had been a happy little accident, but the ending….wasn't so happy. Not for him, anyway. Lee showed him the aftermath. The hurt. The guilt. The pain.

This was magnified as he remembered Zoe. He lied to her  to get what he wanted. More pain. More guilt. Was this...right?

His free hand accepted the drink as it was slid towards him. He brought the glass to his lips, taking a sip as he looked the bartender over. He smirked as she teased him, taking another sip. "Who said these were my best lines?" he answered with a wink, before adding, "And what makes you think the drink is the one I'm trying to win over?" He kept the smirk plastered on his lips, but dialed back the flirting a bit--at least for now.

"I'm not from this neck of the woods, no," he answered, his voice growing sincere, even though the words that flowed out of his mouth were mixed with lies. "I work nights while trying to make it as a bassist," he answered. "Didn't have a gig tonight, I've just had to find other ways to supplement my income. Working a delivery job at a pizza place not far from here. Haven't been there long, took a wrong turn, and by the time I found my bearings I'd donated a little DNA to somebody's fist," he said with a slight chuckle.

"But eh, that's just how it goes sometimes. Dog eat dog world, and all that," he smiled slyly at the joke only he would understand the brunt of as he took another sip. "My name is Jay, by the way," he said politely, once again looking her over.