<strong>~Arathel, Male Form, Outside the Bar~</strong><br/><br/>On his way through, Arathel took advantage of some of the confusion to move over and lay a hand on the cop's shoulder.  "Good job," he said, letting the light shine through him and into the officer.  It might be enough, it might not, but he still had to try.  Still, he barely had time to investigate or see if it had, because he wanted to be out and moving before the officers had any significant time to stop and investigate the situation.<br/><br/>He rushed his way over to Otis, hopefully not getting stopped by the police in response to that singular act, but he was more than happy to throw some athletics in to get away if it became absolutely necessary.  Barring being stopped, it wouldn't take long at all to get into Otis' truck, even if all he could manage would be to hop into the bed on the back.