Even though Wolf prefers to keep to himself and enjoys his own company, he still likes to mingle with others in certain situations, especially if expensive food and alcohol are present. Situations like these are enough to loosen even the usually tight-lipped purple-haired psycho, though his usual nature is what led him to the situation today.
Unlike other union members, he usually lets his actions speak louder than his rare few words, whether it's minor things like silencing the rumors from his school's gossipers about him with broken jaws or knocking a former union member off his high horse when he gave his eyes a few too many seconds of attention. People at his school, the unlucky few who have seen him in action (either as bystanders or victims), and those physically close to him are all well aware of Wolf's authenticity. That alone is enough to prevent them from going around and running their mouth about him, knowing that he doesn't differentiate between those who are with him or against him. Which often leads to people (outside his proximity) not being aware of his reputation.
"Ha-ha, then that bitch ended up having to transfer along with that bum she's always with!" said one of the multiple chicks who were with the unions' lackeys; pretty much every gathering that Wolf has been to, has had at least a few of their type. The other guys were clearly into them, though Wolf wasn't much of a fan as he saw their presence as annoying and knew they only wanted to cling to money. Still, Wolf didn't mind them much as long as his drinking wasn't interrupted, which was pretty much all he did during the outing, getting tipsy after a couple of hours.
"Hey Keum, those guys have been looking at you for a while," said one of the girls before quickly being shut up by one of the lackeys who came with Wolf. Wolf eyed the duo, seeing their glaring eyes from across the room. "Don't worry about it, let's just enjoy ourselves," said Wolf, but in his mind, he had no intention of letting them slide.
Outside the establishment, Wolf smoked his last cigarette as everyone had left while one guy was heading out with the remaining chicks in tow. He continued smoking for a bit more, then, after flicking what remained into the ashtray, he started walking, sidestepping into a nearby alley. He heard the duo walking behind him "fucking predictable," he said to himself.
"You were acting like a hotshot just a while ago! Don't tell me you're eager to leave now that your crew is gone!" said one of the duo smugly. "They're not my crew, dumbass. Now hurry up so I can get out of here," despite drinking so much, it was pretty hard for Wolf to get anywhere higher than slightly drunk, which was why it wasn't much of a problem kneeing the skull and knocking out the impatient one of the two. "Motherfucker!" said the other as he rushed in, only to find his head being rammed into a nearby wall, making a hideous noise as it connected. Wolf turned his attention back to the impatient one who was knocked out, "Hey, wake up. Take your bitch with you and get the fuck out of here," Wolf ordered while pounding his knuckles into his face, bloodying it up even more. "Y-yesh," he slurred, struggling understandably without having as many teeth as he did this morning.
He always felt more generous than usual after he had eaten expensive food, or maybe that was just the alcohol making him lazy.
