"Make your Move, Wolf."

"The Masquerade"

"Well.. I mean, we could go to that bar up in 48th avenue.. Y'know, the Plaza."

"Leon, you know I am not one for alcohol. I don't want to go over my limit on accident."

"..But Panther, we barely do anything around h-.. Oh, Wolf's awake."

Wolf.. the infamous Wolfus O' Donnell. Known over the years as a mercenary hungry for blood and bone. But.. now he's here, just laying on a couch in a crummy apartment. He opened his eyes, moaning out a stressful yawn. In the room he was in he saw a table, and his old crew mates. Leon, at first glance he looks like a chameleon in a lawyer's outfit. But he is a king of charisma and gambling (preferably roulettes). Next to him in a chair was Panther Caroso. A slickly dressed panther, always a rose in hand, is the most charismatic person any girl will ever meet. He is a literal pimp.

"..A..what?- wait- what about a bar?.." Wolf grumbled, Panther and Leon were silent as they looked at each other for a second and then looked back at the canine. "W-Well.. Wolf. Uhm, it's a private club and me and Panther got invited. It's not a public place and.. well, you weren't invited" Leon stuttered. Wolf's eye went wide and then he sighed. "Fine. Guess we're gonna pull a heist? Finally-"

"Not this again.. Wolf, we're not mercenaries anymore. We are not criminals, we were lucky to have been given a new life." Panther spoke, cracking his neck softly. Wolf felt defeated, his ears went to his sides of his head. Leon grabbed his coat, Panther got up and headed for the door.

"..Fine, go. Go have fun." Wolf had a weak smile, he really felt defeated. But he remember he had a case of Red Rouge in the mini fridge in his room. He could just finish it off and then call it a night, seeing as it was a snowy dusk. The door closed and Wolf sat there. He tugged at his eye-patch a little before getting the motivation to get up, he looked down and saw the beer gut he got over the months. He then went to his room, a sad little supply closet. He groaned as he opened the fridge, seeing a moth crawl out. Must've got stuck in there and couldn't fly. Wolf grabbed the case of unopened beer and went back to the couch.

"..Here's to a new year.." He popped the cap with his thumb and started swigging from it. It tasted like a pumpkin drenched in Russian pride. "..I wish things never changed. I wish that my reputation wasn't- URRAP-..Chk- ..shattered." He belched and took another swig, finishing off the first bottle. He grabbed another and chugged it quickly, starting to feel a little buzzed. "Nff ..I-If it weren't.. for that damn fox.. Fuckin' McCloud." He groaned and dropped the second bottle, he went for a third. "..You know what?! SCREW EVERYTHING!" He bellowed from his drunken state. "Screw General Pepper! Screw Starfox! Screw Andross! AND SCREW.. Y-You.. Wolf.."

He stared at a mirror, pointing at it. He slowly lowered his finger and shuddered. "T-That's it. I-I'm going out!" He threw the bottle at the mirror, surprisingly nothing broke. He went to a closet and grabbed a bomber jacket and went outside. It was snowing heavily, he drunkenly stumbled, following the trail left by Leon's car.

He soon found where it led. A.. explicit club. "Starlight 3".
"..A.. g- HIC- Gay bar?.. L-Leon? Panther?.. Here?" He walked to the front, being confronted by a mechanical eye above the door. "Identification and Invitation please." It buzzed, harshly piercing Wolf's ears. ".. Whuh?.." He looked dumbfounded at the eye's red dot. "Identification and Invitation, . . . Please." Wolf grabbed a handful of snow and threw it at the eye and shouted. "PISS OFF!"

The eye beeped loudly. Then door open and as Wolf went to stumble in, he was shoved back by two bouncers. One an avian, slim size, the other was a bull-dog who probably has the highest membership at a gym. "..Oi, 'Feck off you drunk bum." The bird heckled. "B-BUM?! I AM WOLF FUCKIN' O'DONNEL!!-" "Wolf O- who?.." The dog said in confusion, then he looked at a clipboard and scanned the names on the paper. "..Yeah you're not on the list, So fuck off. You're drunk so go to some boomer bar."