The Smell of Beer, and Whiskey filled his nose. He hated alcohol, but would have it with his friends, so he didn't seem soft. He stalked slowly, trying to be stealthy, but he didn't like stealth, he preferred Direct Attacks. But today, He wanted to practice. The drunks were yelling and flirting with The street lights. He was going to enjoy this. The bank, right behind them, he climbed it. He howled to the moon, and jumped off the bank, and pinned them, both with one paw each. He laughed in the inside. And enjoyed gutting them. He returned to his house, happy with his prey.