Howl at the Moon [OPEN]

[Badr Zeev]

Lone Wolf

Song: Sympathy for the Devil | Rolling Stones

It wasn't something that always happened but every once in awhile, Badr was happy with his life. Usually it was when there was a new moon because that meant more time that Badr could delay a transformation. Any time that Badr spent as a human was better. But even as a human there were still...reminders. The whole fucking pack, for instance. For someone who hated the wolf in him, Badr sure had done a great job of surrounding himself with wolves.

But the bar was necessary. Kept him in the loop with the pack and other weres, let him know about any possibly mutinies, kept him up to date on the deaths... It was just some days he hated it more than anything in the world. And then there were days like today.

Days when it was late afternoon, just before opening time, and the sun was shining. Good music was playing softly on the radio in the background and Badr was a good three weeks away before the bones in his body would be forcibly broken, skin ripped to shreds and his entire structure contorted painfully into something entirely different. But he wasn't bitter or anything, really.

Standing at the counter, Badr leaned forward and clenched his jaw, ridding thoughts of the impending transformation from his mind. He would just enjoy what time he had as a human. Tilting his head from side to side he popped the kinks there. Well, let the games begin, huh?

[Kiera]

Sweet, sweet bitch
Song: Crazy - Aerosmith

Kiera grinned, hips shaking as she wiped down the counters and danced around as she set everything up for when they opened. She wasn't sure what Badr was feeling like today, so she wasn't going to push to make him talk to her(even if he is sexy).

She wasn't one for the rolling stones, but she knew how to endure any music and dance to it. It made the time go by quick. Which meant the sooner she got off, the sooner she could get in a nice run through the city.

The song ended, and another song came on. A smirk graving her face, she made her way into the back to wash up more glasses. "I'd go crazy, crazy, baby I'd go crazy." She sang along as she dipped her hands into the hot dish water. She was use to it, she was a bartender for years in LA.

Swaying to the song, her eyes closed. "Yeah, you drive me crazy... For you baby..." Her head rolled around as she dug deeper into the song.

[Badr Zeev]

Rubbing at his forehead, Badr glanced to Kiera who was washing down and...dancing. He sighed and closed his eyes rubbing at his temples. He wouldn't say he was protective of Kiera; God knew she didn't need protecting. But he certainly...looked out for her. And seeing her in such...provacative moves from her... Badr needed a drink.

Fortunately, Kiera moved to the back with the change of the song. Badr watched her go a moment, humming along to the Aerosmith. Monday made an appearance then, leaping up onto the counter and standing there a moment, tail twitching. Badr smirked to his cat. Most weres laughed at him for owning a cat but he figured he and Monday weren't all that different. He was ruled by the moon and legend had it that the cats were creatures of the moon goddesses throughout civilizations. So sure he might be part dog and dogs might be supposed to hate cats, but he liked Monday. And any customer who looked at his cat wrong be out on their ass.

Badr flicked a peanut to Monday who sniffed the treat, meowed reproachfully and stepped over it, moving toward him. As the cat purred and rubbed against his arm, Badr glanced to the clock and then back to the door. There were already a few customers lingering around the threshold, waiting to come in. "Kier," he called. "You wanna open up for me?"

Badr didn't fall for the whole impenetrable leader routine and he never really asserted his authority unless it was needed. However, he did like to appear in charge at his establishment and usually had Kiera open up so that he could be the imposing figure behind the bar when everyone entered. Even if that figure was focused on rubbing his cat's head, cat purring like a junkie.

[Kiera]

She was standing in the doorway between the backroom and the bar with a smile on her face as she dried off her hands. He didn't know it, but she loved to just watch him. Several times she's wondered what went on in that head of his.

"Kier,"

Eyes widened for a moment, thinking she had been caught starring at him. "Hm?" She asked as she threw the towel near the sink and walked in fully. "Hey Monday." She smiled, petting the cat softly as she looked to Badr.

"You wanna open up for me?"

She leaned up, and over the bar to look at the door, her shirt raising in further up in the back as she did so. Smirking, she pushed off the bar and walked towards the door. "Suppose I can do that." She threw back at him with a grin.

Opening the door, she stood there, looking at all the customers. "You know the rules." She told them with a calm voice, but all the fire was held in her eyes as she moved out of their way, letting them usher in towards the bar to order their drinks.

Smiling softly, she walked behind the bar and started filling some of the orders. Shaking up a dirty cocktail for some woman, her body moved to the music. "Here ya go honey." She said, tossing the drink to her with a smile.

[Harleigh]

Bar.

So this was the place that had everyone talking. It was a nice place, but it ranked of alcohol and a ton of different scents she couldn't recognize. Each was masked by someone elses, and that could get a little confusing to someone who used scent to identify people.

Making her way into the actualy bar area she slid onto a bar stool. Harleigh watched as the only bartender made her rounds to everyone at the bar. She finally made her way to Harleigh. "Something good, but none of dat weak shit." She said a sarcastic smile on her face. She was not hear to be polite. She was here to drink.

Something deep down told her this was the last place she wanted to be a bitch in. The bartender looked like a total hardass that could possibly kick her ass, but that wasn't even a real question. She probably had ton of friends in here willing to back her up in a fight. She kept her sarcasticness to a minimum, and toned down the snarky smile.

She could try to be nice, but the thing was Harleigh made better friends with men then she did with women. Women were bitches. All of them including herself, but when a woman hangs out with a a man she doesn't seem too bitchy unless she whines. Harleigh never whines.

[Badr Zeev]

"Suppose I can do that."Badr smirked back Kiera, shaking his head slightly. "Glad you could take time outta your busy schedule..." he joked quietly. Lifting Monday he tossed her to the ground gently, her liquidy body landing perfectly. "Scat you," he murmured. In pure cat fashion, Monday ignored his demand and wandered around the bar, padding up to Kiera and the front door.

Badr watched as Monday wound her way around Kiera's legs while she gave the customers the stare-down. Lone Wolf didn't have many rules but he was deadly serious about the ones he did keep. No fucking fighting, because if you were going to do that, get outside. No shifting; there were no dogs allowed in his bar. No biting non-weres; most customers were Weres but not all of them and he really didn't need to clean up that mess. Don't touch Monday. Monday was hit pet and yes she was a cat and she was probably a lot smarter than half of the people in there right now. And the last one was simple but the biggest: Do not go fucking disrespecting him or any of his staff. You would find yourself without a larynx if you chose to cross Badr or his employees.

Cracking his knuckles, Badr let out a sigh as the customers filed in. Right, time to go to work. Kiera set into serving drinks easily and Badr followed, eyes keeping a careful vigil over the whole establishment. Making sure nothing got out of hand, no one did anything stupid. Monday meowed loudly, suddenly at his feet again and he glanced down. "What?" he asked softly. The feline just eyed him expectantly and he obliged, tipping the bottle of cream kept for certain drinks and coffee into a saucer. Setting the dish on the ground, he straightened back up and saw some she-wolf giving Kiera some lip.

Badr didn't recognize her, not by face or scent and figured she hadn't run with an pack that he had before. He could forget a face or name every once in awhile but he never forgot a scent. Never. A quiet smile crossed his face as he fille another few orders, eyes on Kiera the whole time. If this new bitch thought she could give Kiera attitude she had another thing coming, huh? She could completely handle herself. But Badr watched just in case. The no fighting rule applied to his staff as well.

[Kiera]

"Glad you could take time outta your busy schedule..."

Kiera laughed, tossing a bud light to one of the older pack members. "Sure thing boss." She grinned back at him, moving down the line to the next person. She looked her over, leaning on the bar with a smile. "Whatcha want?"

"Something good, but none of dat weak shit."

Kiera's eyes blazed with excitement at the snarky comment. Looking to bard, she smirked. "Ya hear that? None of that weak shit." Turning back, she raised a brow at Harleigh. "Honey, we don't carry any of that weak shit you're talkin' bout. Now, listen here. We got, jack, jim, jose and all the rest of the good men. Just tell me whatcha want and I'll get right to it with no problem."

Whoever this she-wolf was, she wasn't from this area. She could tell by that accent. Raising a brow she heard Money meow. Looking down a moment she smirked, watching as Badr gave her some cream.

Looking back to Harleigh she smiled. "So, have you made up your mind yet?"

[Harleigh]

"Ya hear that? None of that weak shit." Turning back, she raised a brow at Harleigh. "Honey, we don't carry any of that weak shit you're talkin' bout. Now, listen here. We got, jack, jim, jose and all the rest of the good men. Just tell me whatcha want and I'll get right to it with no problem."

Harleigh smirked softly. So this chick had a backbone. She couldn't tell if she liked it just yet, but she was a handful and that was always fun to play with. None of that whiny shit other girls do. This chick was the real deal, a total hardass to the max.

"So, have you made up your mind yet?"

"I think I have, Dawlin'." She paused looking behind the bar. "I think I'll take some of dat jack ya got. Apologies on the tone dear I'm a tad cranky without a buzz." She smiled softly. It was fun toying with someone who had just as big a bark as her bite. This could possibly turn into a fun feisty night.

Harleigh managed to look down some what and saw a man with a cat. The cat was cute, but a major throw off. A cat in a were bar... it was actually kind of funny. Oh well when you love an animal it doesn't matter what it is. Watching as the cat lapped some cream she awaited the snarkiness she was sure to recieve.

[Badr Zeev]

Badr only smirked and laughed lightly as Kiera replied to the woman. Yeah, she thought so. Not even five minutes into meeting Kiera and the other bitch was already apologizing to her. That's usually how it worked. Monday leapt onto the counter, making a few of the customers flinch. Badr just sent them a hard gaze, scratching his pet between the ears. Filling the last backed up order, he wandered over to where the new girl was ordering a Jack.

It was the bayou in her voice that had brought him over. He couldn't help wondering it... "Salaam," he greeted in the traditional Arabic way. "Hope our Jack ain't too weak for you." His eyes flashed with humor only. He wasn't going to start shit with the girl; that was more Kiera's department. Speaking of the girl, Badr shot an appreciative look to Kiera. 'Thanks for keeping the customers in line and for not losing your own temper.' He hadn't really expected her to though. Took a lot more than just that to rattle Kier.

"You're new up here, huh? With that accent I'd place you somewhere closer to New Orleans?" She would just think he was asking to figure out what pack she was from. And there was that interest. But there was also... Well, Badr had been bitten, turned, in New Orleans. So wouldn't he like to know who...

[Kiera]

"I think I have, Dawlin'." She paused looking behind the bar. "I think I'll take some of dat jack ya got. Apologies on the tone dear I'm a tad cranky without a buzz."

Eyes flicking to Badr, she smirked and quickly grabbed the bottle of jack and poured her a shot, eyes never leaving Badr. The corners of her lips curved into a grin as she finally looked back to Harleigh. "Look, honey. I know your from like, the deep south or somethin' and maybe down there you ain't gotta watch your mouth. I don't know, never really been. But up here in the north. It'd be wise to watch that tone of yours." Despite the words spitting from her mouth, a smile prevailed.

Sliding the shot to her, she smirked. "Jack." Tapping her fingers on the bar top she moved down to another customer. "Salaam," Her head turned, eyes flicking from Badr to Harleigh. Sure, she was crushing on Badr, who wouldn't? The man was gorgeous, and was classy. But Kiera knew she wasn't his type. But still, her eyes never torre from the scen infront of her.

"Hope our Jack ain't too weak for you."

Kiera smirked, turning her head back to concentrate on the customers. "Alright, Nate. Calm your shit." She told him as he glared and spewed about her not paying attention. "I got you." She laughed. leaning on the counter, she raised a brow. "So just repeat it. Promise I won't lose focus again." She grinned, and then quickly went off mixing his drink.

"You're new up here, huh? With that accent I'd place you somewhere closer to New Orleans?"

Kiera's eyes flicked over once again, but she reminded herself to just focus on what she was doing. She didn't have time to listen to what Badr was talking to her about. Smiling softly, she tossed Nate the drink. "You forgot ice. Kiera... Damn it to hell you stupid bitch." Head spinning to look at Nate she snatched the drink from his hands and scopped some ice into it. "Ain't no reason to call me a bitch, Nate." She paused. "I mean I know I am one, but you ain't gotta tell me. Shit."

[Harleigh]

Harleigh nodded to the man that came walking up beside the feisty bartender lady. From the way he walked andgave people glances she would assume that he was the owner. She watched him intently trying to see if he was going to tell her to get out for being a bitch. She took a sip of her drink. "Hope our Jack ain't too weak for you."

Harliegh smirked nodding. "No it's just right. Thanks for asking." She smiled softly. "You're new up here, huh? With that accent I'd place you somewhere closer to New Orleans?" Harleigh nodded again taking a sip of her drink. "Straigh out of Bon Temps, Louisiana. Close. Yer good with accents." She paused "Ya ever been down there?" She asked just making light conversation.

"Look, honey. I know your from like, the deep south or somethin' and maybe down there you ain't gotta watch your mouth. I don't know, never really been. But up here in the north. It'd be wise to watch that tone of yours."

Harleigh smirked softly. "Hmm. Well then I'll watch my tone...though I don't think it matters much since I did apologize. Most people would accept the apology. But I guess that only happens in the south." She gave a cheesy grin to the woman as she trailed away to handle other business.

[Badr Zeev]

Badr could feel Kiera's eyes on him as he moved to the new girl. He wasn't sure why she was watching him, but that was pretty usual. Her eyes trailing him, thinking he didn't know. Him pretending not to notice, going about business, wondering what she was doing watching him. At any rate, Badr chose to focus on the girl in front of him. "Glad to hear," he replied mildly. "Bon Temps," he repeated. Sounded familiar but he couldn't quite place it. Had probably just heard it in his time at New Orleans.

"To New Orleans, yeah," he replied to her question. "Just for a few years... That's where I got turned, though." He figured he'd come right out and admit it, no beating around the bush. He really only had one reason to talk to her so why not make that known. Well, two. Badr did make it a point to know all the new blood that wandered into his bar.

He smirked at her reply to Kiera, shaking his head a little. He had to admit, she had spunk. "You're spirited," he stated levely. "But you're breaking one of my rules. Being new, I'll let you slide for now. Just know that I don't really tolerate any kind of disrespect toward me or my staff." He rapped his knuckles on the counter as if to puncuate that statement.

And not three seconds later, someone decided to break the very rule he had just been explaining. Snarling softly, he whirled around to Nate. "Goddamn, I'm not three seconds into explaining my rules to a new customer and here you are breaking them. Do I gotta break your face again? 'Cause if I catch you calling Kiera anything but her given name or 'Miss' again you'll be asking for ice for an entirely different reason." Cocking his head to the side, he asked, "Are we clear?"

[Kiera]

She continued on, eyes low as she shook up a martini for the lady at the end of the bar. "Here ya go sweetie." She smiled softly, moving back down towards the woman from before and Badr.

"Hmm. Well then I'll watch my tone...though I don't think it matters much since I did apologize. Most people would accept the apology. But I guess that only happens in the south.

"I did." She replied softly with a smile. "But seems we got that cockiness in common, don't it?" She smirked, moving past Badr as he explained the rules to the girl. She smiled softly, she knew Badr was lookin' out for her.

"Goddamn, I'm not three seconds into explaining my rules to a new customer and here you are breaking them. Do I gotta break your face again? 'Cause if I catch you calling Kiera anything but her given name or 'Miss' again you'll be asking for ice for an entirely different reason." Cocking his head to the side, he asked, "Are we clear?"

Kiera's head whipped around so far, hair was flying up into her face. Brows furrowed as Nate just nodded his head and spewed out a weak 'yes sir.' back to Badr. A sigh fell from her lips and she closed her eyes a moment. Opening them again, she looked back over to Badr. "Thanks." She knew she didn't have to say it, cause he'd do it for anyone. But still, she appreciated it.

Making another round back down the bar she grabbed a few of the dirt glasses. Walking back past Badr, she smiled, laying a hand on his shoulder and giving it a pat as she headed into the backroom to drop off the bottles.

[Harleigh]

"To New Orleans, yeah," he replied to her question. "Just for a few years... That's where I got turned, though."

Harleigh raised a brow. "Well I can't tell if that's a good or bad thing." She looked at his face one more time and then raised a brow. "I'm guessing a bad thing." Her smirk fell. "I'm real sorry bout dat. If it was on my packs land I'm sure they would have done something about it." She couldn't really think of anything more to say. "I'm real sorry." She said once again.

"You're spirited," he stated levely. "But you're breaking one of my rules. Being new, I'll let you slide for now. Just know that I don't really tolerate any kind of disrespect toward me or my staff."
"I did." She replied softly with a smile. "But seems we got that cockiness in common, don't it?"

She raised a brow and nodded. "Well I'll remember that." She turned to the girl. "Well I s'ppose it does. Ain't nothing worng with a cocky she-wolf every now and then." She cracked a genuine smile. They were more alike everytime they opened their mouths. A ruckus let loose as some man by the name of Nate continued to be an ass.

"Goddamn, I'm not three seconds into explaining my rules to a new customer and here you are breaking them. Do I gotta break your face again? 'Cause if I catch you calling Kiera anything but her given name or 'Miss' again you'll be asking for ice for an entirely different reason." Cocking his head to the side, he asked, "Are we clear?"

Smiling and sipping her drink. "Well I think if I didn't get the clue then I sure as hell do now." She smirked softly. This place could become a little cozy once she had some chance to lighten up to it. "I didn't quite catch your name? Both of ya.. I'd liked to know the names of the people I'm probably going to be seeing alot more of."

[Badr Zeev]

It was a bad thing. A very bad thing. It was what had pulled the very humanity out of him. Had given him this...this infection, this disease that he had to live with for the rest of his god-forsaken life. Of course many of the other Weres didn't understand that. They were either born into their condition or felt the situation freed them; allowed them to live life more wildly and therefore enjoyably. Needless to say, Badr did not share that mindset.

"S'all right," he told the girl. Wasn't as if it was her fault, after all. He suddenly felt very tired, done with the conversation. He had gone this route before; tried to figure out who had done this to him. It only ended in blood, sore muscles and an empty feeling. Revenge could not satisfy him, apparently. He was sure even when he did get the proper wolf; the one who had change him, it wouldn't do any good.

"Well I'll remember that." Badr nodded at her acceptance. "You'd better. Otherwise you won't be around here very long." It wasn't a threat, just a warning. He had nothing personal against the girl, yet.

Badr merely smiled dangerously when Nate replied, nodding. He didn't often speak and he hardly ever lost his temper, but when he did it almost always got the reaction her wanted. People paid attention and they listened. Nodding to Kiera's thank-you, he smiled over his shoulder at her as she slipped into the backroom. Turning back to the she-wolf, he realized he didn't have her name yet either.

"Forgive me for not introducing myself sooner. Badr Zeev," he replied, ducking his head a little in a replacement for a bow. "Owner of this kennel. And my bartender is Kiera Delmonte, my right hand she-wolf." He smirked slightly, anticipating a playful slap upside the head for that. "You are?"

[Kiera]

She could hear them faintly talking from down at the end of the bar. It was too loud in here to depend on her enhanced hearing. Sighing, she wiped down the bar, throwing the towel over her shoulder. Not even a moment later and she was shedding her coat and throwing it into the back room.

Moving down near Badr and Harleigh, she filled orders left and right before it finally slowed down and people began dancing and talking amongst themselves. "Well I s'ppose it does. Ain't nothing worng with a cocky she-wolf every now and then." Kiera smirked, leaning against the counter, arms crossed over her chest. "Ain't that the truth."

"You'd better. Otherwise you won't be around here very long."

Kiera shook her head, smiling softly as she looked away as another customer walked in and took a seat. She moved then, walking down and talking to the man before giving him the jack on the rocks he had asked for. "There ya go. Hope you enjoy it."

"Forgive me for not introducing myself sooner. Badr Zeev, Owner of this kennel. And my bartender is Kiera Delmonte, my right hand she-wolf. You are?"

Kiera slapped his shoulder, a large smile on her face though. Turning around she set up a shot for herself and took it, shaking off the after effect as it burned in her stomach. "Only one. Promise." She smiled over at him. She needed at least one so she could keep going at this pace.

The song changed and she started dancing. "Woo!" She let out a loud howl in human form as she danced to her song. "California girls, we're unforgettable!" She sang along, dancing in place to the song.

[Harleigh]

"You'd better. Otherwise you won't be around here very long."

She nodded. "I s'ppose I better then." She grinned softly to the man. She was glad that he staye somewhat quiet as she sipped the rest of her jack. She finished it sitting it softly back on the bar. Soon though he was introducing himself, and the bartender. "Forgive me for not introducing myself sooner. Badr Zeev," he replied, ducking his head a little in a replacement for a bow. "Owner of this kennel. And my bartender is Kiera Delmonte, my right hand she-wolf."

She nodded smiling. "Well that's an interesting name. Where is it from?" She asked referring to which ethnicity his name was. She wasn't good with trying to figure it out on her own. "You are?" Harleigh smiled. "I am Harleigh Boudreaux." Right about then Kiera the bartender waltz back over to them. "Ain't that the truth."

She grinned softly. "Yeah. So Kiera may I please have another jack, hon." She said in a polite tone trying to work her way on to this badass she-wolf's side. She grinned. As soon as the song came on though the girl went wild. She smirked softly. "I'm guessing yer from cali?" She asked already knowing the answer.

[Badr Zeev]

Badr shot Kiera a grin when she hit his shoulder. "Well that's an interesting name. Where is it from?" The smile to Kiera slipped into a smirk as he turned back to the other she-wolf. He got that question a lot. Or just people sending an odd look his weird. He did have a...unique name. "Arabic," he answered. "I was born in Egypt, raised in England and then came here after University." Time in New Orleans and New York though had rid him of his English accent as quickly as his time in Kent had stripped him of his Arabic accent. There were still times when it flared up and he was more likely to call it a "flat" than an apartment and a "lift" rather than an elevator.

"I am Harleigh Boudreaux." "Nice to meet you, Miss Boudreaux," he replied with a smile, his eyes skipping to Kiera. He watched as she set up a shot that hadn't been ordered and then downed it herself. "Only one. Promise." He returned her smile and nodded. He trusted Kiera and if she needed a drink every now and then he wouldn't call her on it. Job got hard.

Badr winced as the song changed. He was not one for pop music; couldn't even name one song that was currently on the Top 40. He was more a classic rock or classical man. But if it kept his customers at bay and his employees happy then so be it.

Snuffing out a laugh as Kiera danced in place, Badr fixed a few more orders before he caught sight of someone leering at Monday. He growled low in his throat and the man's head popped up. Seeing Badr's eyes, he turned away quickly, hastening off. Monday just sauntered over to her master, meowed lazily and bucked her head against his elbow, begging to be pet.

[Kiera]

"Well that's an interesting name. Where is it from? I am Harleigh Boudreaux."
"Nice to meet you, Miss Boudreaux,"

Kiera smiled softly, grabbing the shot glass she had used and stuffing it under the counter for later use; if needed. The customers were starting to come back to the bar for round two. And it's only the beginning of the night. She sighed softly.

"Yeah. So Kiera may I please have another jack, hon."

"Sure thing." She smiled, taking the used glass Harleigh was using and set it aside as she grabbed a fresh one, filling it with Jack and sliding it towards her with a smirk. "So, Harleigh. What's a gal like you doing in New York?"

Her head turned, watching as Badr filled a few orders. Brows furrowed, she locked eyes with a man who was starring at Monday. Kiera went to open her mouth to warn the guy, but Badr had already noticed and let out a low growl. Eyes skipping from the man to badr, she watched as the man moved away, tail tucked behind his legs.

"Rule two. Don't look or touch the cat." She smiled over at Harleigh. "Just for... future references. Can't say I never warned ya." She laughed softly, moving down to the other end of the bar to fill a few orders.

[Harleigh]

"Arabic," he answered. "I was born in Egypt, raised in England and then came here after University."

Widened eyes she smiled. "Well that's quite a story. I've never been outta the states. Must be nice." She said softly. She was never one for small conversation, but she figured for tonight she could be. She needed more friends here in New York. Life alone could get rough.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Boudreaux,"

"Same to you, sir. You got a pretty good bar here." She smiled looking around. She watched Kiera took a shot. She smirked. It was probably one of the things to keep her going with a job like this. Drunk men could get a little bitchy. Literally. "Sure thing." She smiled, taking the used glass Harleigh was using and set it aside as she grabbed a fresh one, filling it with Jack and sliding it towards her with a smirk. "So, Harleigh. What's a gal like you doing in New York?"

Harleigh smiled taking a sip of her drink before answering. "Business I s'ppose that's what ya can call it. Though I just like to think my parents wanted me outta the house. To be on my own." She paused. "Find a fit husband." She burst out laughing. "As if." She snorted taking another sip of jack.

"That kinda thing ain't happening in a place like this...that's for sure." She watched as a mna toyed with a cat that she guessed was Badr's since he sent a bone chilling growl to the man who soon tucked tail and walked away. "Rule two. Don't look or touch the cat." She smiled over at Harleigh. "Just for... future references. Can't say I never warned ya." She laughed softly, moving down to the other end of the bar to fill a few orders.

Laughing she looked over at Kiera calling out. "That sure is alot to remember in one night....with a belly full of Jack." She grinned softly. She could get used to this. Joking around with another tough she-wolf. It was kind of like having a bitchy sister you loved to fight with.