Stale beer and musty pits. Off-putting smells filling the dim concert venue that already had a semi-musty stench that was reminiscent of both sweaty boots and a nasty, mildew covered basement in the suburbs. That said, he couldn't think of somewhere he'd rather be, besides maybe the stage. The band playing was good, maybe not as good as Carnal Attraction, but decent enough to fill the makeshift venue, including the pit.

It was overwhelming in a way, the sea of shifters and humans alike, dancing, swaying, and causing mayhem in the pit situated in the middle of the mid-sized venue. The scent of omegas, alphas, and nasty spray can cologne were beginning to overtake the earlier beer and sweat, which was almost worse. Cory couldn't help but let out a groan as he cracked his knuckles, feeling a pang of anxiety as he waited by the pit for his friends to get out of the restroom. Iago and the others were taking for-freaking-ever, leaving the already on edge shifter further agitated.

Okay, that was enough. Turning to get out a bit further from the pit, the solid wall of Cory's muscular body felt-

resistance.

F*ck,

His dark eyes quickly widened to take in the person before beginning to fall, onyx wings flaring out in mild distress. He almost let them take that tumble too, but his brain finally caught up and managed to reach out and catch the other. "Sorry." He mumbled, monotone and almost intimidating despite the remorse he felt. At least he hadn't actually hurt them, right?

"Can I like, get you something? A beer? Shirt?" He offers, vaguely gesturing to the busted up merch stands nearby.