Letting out an irritated snrk, the massive skunk rolls out of bed in the basement of the abandoned convenience store he uses as a home, yawning as he climbs out of the cold-storage room and begins to dress himself. He has no real reason to do so, but it's better than being naked, and outside is more enteraining than in. Today he decides to actually take some effort to look respectable, putting on a pair of black slacks, cut loose so that his heavy bulge doesnt show as prominently, and a button up shirt with a jacket.<br/><br/>Flipping the sign on the door to the 'closed' position, he walks out into the morning air, grumbling as he does so, standing up straight instead of hunkering down like he does under his rag mantle, showing off his prodigious height. He just sort of aimlessly ambles around for the moment, his hidden muscles rippling beneath his thick fur, his strong musk announcing his presence even before his heavy footfalls are heard. "What the hell am I doing today? This place isn't as much fun when as it was, like this."<br/><br/>He shakes his head, and decides to go have a morning drink, and with that Ferus finds himself walking back to the scene of his last eating, something that he rarely does unless it's to torment the survivors. Instead, he enters the bar from the front, moving in and looking back and forth, unsurprised that he doesnt see the fox at work yet. He sits on one of the barstools... well, assuming it supports his multi-ton weight at least, and taps a claw on the bartop. "Oi, what'cha got? Preferrably somethin strong, real strong."