“There you are my lovely!” A deep voice bellowed from the street. A moment later the door flew open and a man matching the voice filled the doorway.   He was barrel chested with tree trunks for legs and arms to match. A thick curly beard of dark auburn fell to his upper chest while hair a shade darker lay in waves on his head.   He was only of average height, but this just acted to accentuate his broad, thick body.<br/><br/>Wide sparkling green eyes shone out from a weathered face. There was a joy to them as if no trial could break the man’s spirits.  He scanned the room intently searching for what he desired and stopped when he beheld the bottles stacked behind the bar.  His lips curled into a mischievous smile, showing teeth that were scraped white, with canines a bit longer than normal.  “Come to daddy, precious.”<br/><br/>He crossed the room with purpose, it fortunate that no one happened to be in his path to the bar. A large mitt seized an amber filled bottle, and he pulled the cork before chugging the liquid in earnest.   A small amount dribbled out of the corners of his mouth and into his beard before dripping to the plaid shirt that stretched against his muscled body. The man was clearly out of place, appearing more suited to a loggers camp than a big city bar.<br/><br/>After downing half the bottle, the man paused to wipe his lips with the back of his hand.  Realizing he had drawn attention, he smiled at the patrons giving them a slight wink as he licked the tip of one of his canines. “Dinner was a little dry.”