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</div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family:Vesper Libre">“<b>You gonna fill this drink up Tatum, or am I gonna have to jump over this counter do it myself?</b>” The hazy, cerulean blue sky reminded the short haired brunette behind the counter this pushy client would have to be dealt with by another employer. She had places to be, people to see, and a gathering to attend. Her eyes passed over the older man, physically human, beast in nature, and her mind wandered to the sheathed silver tucked safely against her thigh. The jean shorts hid nothing, and her holster rested in plain site for all to see. “<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#09358c">Please don’t haha, I don’t think my boss will like that very much.</span></b>” Her smile was easy, only half faked despite the annoyance she was beginning to have with him. He was a nice guy most days, until he became piss drunk, so she didn’t mind the company up to this point. A bit too flirty for her liking maybe, and a bit too touchy, but working around drunk men only got her accustomed to their tricks.  Pierce didn’t mind their actions so long as they knew she wasn’t reciprocating them. Her gaze shifted away from the needy male and locked eyes with the dude who would take over her shift. <i>Ready?  </i>She raised an eyebrow in question. Dean shrugged and stood up from the corner, waltzing his way as achingly slow as possible her way. “<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#09358c">Here, good things come to those who wait buddy. I have other people I’m tending to as well ya know?</span></b>” Handing the man his drink and making a mental note to kick Dean's ass later, her body went rigid at the feel of his hot hands on her upper arm as she was about to turn away. His fingers slipped around and held her in place, face getting real close. “<b>You got a boyfriend, sweetheart?</b>”  The smile was some half hearted attempt at being cute, but it only served to twist his features into a creep<i>. Gross! Only Lucio ever calls me that. </i>Her smile faded quickly, and without hesitation, her right hand snagged her blade from its compartment, bringing it up to the man's neck. "<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#09358c">You have 2 seconds to let go.</span></b>" Her heart raced, and part of her wanted to look to the gentleman she knew was in the corner of the bar, likely watching over this fiasco. Seeing as this guy wasn't expecting her to fight back, his face paled a little before he regained composure, sat back in his seat, and then apologized. She turned away to find Dean hiding his grin. "<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#09358c">Welp. I'm gonna head out meow, so Dean here will take care of giving you water from now on.</span></b>"  Dean instantly understood and looked at the guy eagerly. He had a weird thing about telling drunks no and forcing them to sober up. Says it's funny or something. Tae just thought it was stupid.  With a wave goodbye, she gave one last glance to the dark corner and threw a peace sign at Enzo. <br/>
Her keys and backpack were in a locker in the staff room, so she stopped there first before leaving the bar behind. Someone in her pack owned the place, and she was grateful for the side cash. Mainly it attracted their own kind, but on occasion humans would also stop by and buy some alcohol, none the wiser. Pierce would be lying if she didn't say those humans were the breath of fresh air she needed on a day-to-day basis. 2 year. Just 2 years she had been in this pack, and making it feel like home was equal parts easy and straining. Most days, she lived peacefully among the werewolves, and she spent her time off tucked into her home or wandering around with a friend or two. It was a constant reminder that her days here were numbered, so she wanted to enjoy them as much as possible. </span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Vesper Libre"><span style="font-size: 12px">Knowing it was still early and she still had time, Tae took a longer route home, enjoying the woodsy scenery, and followed the scents she rarely understood until her small abode came into view. Once inside, it only took the brunette 20 minutes to fully get ready. Dark skinny jeans, usual thigh holster, black boots, fishnet top underneath a t-shirt tightly tucked into her jeans. It was about as fancy as she was feeling tonight. She knew there were some girls who wore a dress to a picnic in the woods, but thought it was a bit stupid personally. Doesn't that just mean they'll get mosquito bitten up and down? Once ready, the young woman stared at herself in the mirror, satisfied but anxious before heading out toward the picnic area. Out of habit, her right fingers rhythmically tapped against the leather bound handle. <i>I got this. It'll be fine. </i></span></span>