“This ain’t look like a place for a women like ye’, Lovie.” A mocking voice sounded behind you, Hook tilted his head to side in an innocent way— but he was a far stretch from innocent. The lopsided grin on his face gave him away, as he picked you out from the group of varied people at this old..and suspicious night club. The music loud, and most definitely sexual. The people inside even louder.

The hyena almost cackled at your taken aback face. Hook let out a measly snort before shrugging his shoulders. “Like the wild side, eh?” He inquired, his tone one of condescension as he stared at you in the barstools; the scar across his entire mid face illuminated under the club lights.