the Bar in modern Day NY (hideaway for those... not fully human)

(allright. best to just jump in it: this is my very first attempt at creating a scene, so Bear with me. Also, English isn't my main language, so some grammar mess is to be expected. so if you're a Grammar Nazi, then please look elsewhere.

The setting is set in Modern day NY, there are a few "shelters" for shapeshifters, kins and changelings, cleverly set up disguised as coffeshops, bars, nightclubs etc by leading figures within the Werewolf Societies. (a Kin is a human with shapeshifter blood in them. they are part of the society but cannot shift themselves)
Although open for all forms of changelings, the doors are imbued with spirits that weaves an area around it with potent magic, making ordinary humans want to walk past the entrances as fast as possible with the eerie feeling that they don't want to linger too long in the area. It is that very same sensation that tells the Changelings where the safezones are. This scene takes place near one of the few bars within the City. the rest of the history is up to you to write along with those around you!.)

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck..." Varge was almost chanting to himself as if it'd aid him in blocking out the overwhelming sensations of the big City.
The Werewolf was now hurriedly walking down the busy street where people, kids and animals were acting like a roaring river!

Varge shuddered. He hated people... Well, ok so maybe not neccesarily people themselves... just when... there's a lot of them... gathered... you know.
Ontop of it all, Varge's massive size didn't really help keep him off the human's attention-radar. He was often the center of unwanted attention.. Questions.. Photos asking to get taken, laughs... He loathed them all...

He had to stop to regain his composure.. his senses was constantly bombarded with stimuli and impressions to the limit of what he could handle... In fact he started to get worried, he could feel the hair in his neck starting to rise, a telltale sign that he might lose it and frenzy if things got really bad and he'd fail to keep his temper down...
He closed his eyes and pulled up the collar of his Trenchcoat to block as much of the outside workd as possible in an attempt to block out some of the impressions.

Varge tried to think about the forest where he normally resided. The lakes, the reiverbeds, the thick green forest with the mountsinrange in the backgrouns... With enough wildlife to feed an... OMPFH!
With a snarl Varge staggered backwards as he had been bumped into by a group of Laughing youngsters forcing their way past him. their Laugh made him need to put an effort into keeping the reflex for shifting in check.

The anger subsided and eventually got replaced with a rising worry. He had to get out of the streets, and Fast, or else things was going to get ugly really soon!
Varge picked up speed, still the old Wolf refued to acknowledge that he simply suffered from a classic Phobia for crowds... That was a fact Varge had never been willing to admit. His pride would simply not allow him.

His eyes franticly searched for an exit from the busy street. the stores seemed basicly as full as the sreets and carhorns hammered the inside of his head...
He could feel a blackout closing up.. Varge Froze just as he came to the entrance to an alley... THERE! He could feel the tingling sensation of magic, but that was also more or less the last thing he could remember before the darkness in the corner of his vision consumed it all.

The next thing he could remember was him standing inside a room, his back up against the door, breathing heavily as he tried to get his bearings back. one picture that had been hanging up on the wall had now fallen down, shattered... So apparently Varge had been anything but nimble when closing the Door behind him...
As he looked about he could see that he now was inside a bar.. Thank Gaia!

He could feel the Bloodrush in his ears subside little by little. He could feel his fingers again.. things were going the right way.

With a sigh of relief the 8" tall man folded the collar of his coat again and looked about the room. It was indeed a bar, nearly empty, a few residents here and there could be seen, but nothing much... Just the way he liked it.
His eyes quickly fixed upon the Tender who was staring straight back at him, still apparnetly startled at the unorthodox entry by a man who had come in like he head the Devil's Hounds at his back.

Varge felt he was ready to try and move around, and gave the tender an apologetic smile before walking towards the man, a Drink would be well needed about now to calm the nerves...

RE: the Bar in modern Day NY (hideaway for those... not fully human)
The cold wind blistered her cheeks and she felt her hips bury into crunchy snow. She had tripped and fell backwards onto a small piece of glass. Her tears were plaster to her face and she could still feel the freshly healed cut across her cold neck. The cityscape was partially hidden from her as the top of trees hid most of it from her view. She could hear voices and recognize them as ordinary people. So her pursuers had temporarily lost her. Naleeh didn't feel nearly as helpless and she took that as a sign she had at least got a world away from the pack.
They were bound to follow her scent once more, so staying in one place never bode well for her. But for a few moments her trembling hands struggle upwards to sky and she grasp at the fragile flakes of snow. She smile for the first time in a long time before dropping her hands to her side and pushing up from the forest floor.
As she took in another glance or two of her surroundings she realize that she wasn't really in a true forest but more so a park. Naleeh sniffed the air and could taste the city in all its mix aromas. They flooded her senses and she realize that her need to escape had momentarily stun her. She had almost forgot about her heightened awareness of everything and she almost wanted to be chase once more. Everything was very intense for a wolf shifter. She could see for miles and hear for days. It took a lot of her strength to simply put her mind in focus and gather her composure.
Taken a few steps forward she paused to look down. The black ankle boots reminded her of her somewhat fashionable escape plan. She always was at least partially dress on any given hour for fear of attack but she was glad this time she had boots instead of the sneakers for the cold of the city. Too many times had she made an escape plan and she was half naked running for her life across one bridge or another. It might have even been humorous if she didn’t have to upset her world and start somewhere else fresh.
Black leggings and thick leather jacket completed the rest of her ensemble. The last two pieces of clothing were no match for the cold through, so she began her short trek out of the park and onto the streets.
Naleeh knew she couldn't go back to the apartment. The two male shifters who had chased her would have trashed the place and might even stay there waiting on her to come back. Of course she was no fool. She would never come back. Running away was easy for her, especially after doing it for so long.
Crossing the street she pass by a few bars, all much too crowded for her until she found one that wasn’t. She was almost going to pass it by as well until her stomach growled as if on cue. It would probably be a while until she ate again since she would probably be leaving the city in a few hours. So she pushed open the door to establishment and made her way to one of many empty tables