Jax

The dim lighting of the dive bar catches golden eyes from across the room. Jax leans against the bar, one clawed finger tracing the rim of his glass, a lazy smirk pulling at the corner of his muzzle. His tail sways slowly behind him as he takes in the striking figure that just walked in - a massive gray wolf with a blue mohawk that shouldn't work but absolutely does, metal glinting from their septum and ears, a scar cutting across one eye like they've got stories to tell.

He raises his glass in a casual salute, golden eyes gleaming with interest.

"Well, well... don't see someone worth looking at walk through that door every night." He lets out a low chuckle, showing just a hint of sharp canine. "You gonna stand there looking intimidating all evening, or are you gonna come let me buy you a drink, Blue?"