Location: Blue Moon Club<br/><br/>Laying a lazily hip to one of the many bar stools, she propped herself up, half standing, half sitting. Teagan wasn't really all that sociable at the moment, nearly giving the men that passed  her a death stare, that promised far more then pleasure on this night. It wasn't Teagan's natural persona to be this... rude, but after the lag of respect for her work... she was willing to castrate any male that opposed her territory or authority. In any case, it didn't appear that many people would get the chance, from the corner of her eyes she had spotted what she was looking for.... Talon, her brother, twin...<br/><br/>As he made his way back to the bar, Teagan's brow quirked as she shifted her gaze down to his hand. With the faintest of grin she spoke.<br/><br/>"Still up to your old tricks? How many tonight?"<br/><br/>Finally giving in to the whim, Teagan sat more fully on the bar stool, to face the bar now.  Watching as Talon poured her just a single glass of that potent brown honey called Whiskey. Talon knew her so well... and knew that her day had been so bad, he actually gave her a drink that left a hot brand in the back of her throat and the pit of her gullet. Picking the glass up she lifted it to her lips, perching them there so that she could take a sip first, and then downed the rest of the glass.  It was a tickle start to something else. Though as Talon spoke his proposal Teagan's brow raised once more at him.<br/><br/>"It figured there would be a condition to having a drink with you. Whats wrong with him?"<br/><br/>She mind have been in way over her head asking this, but... the conditions and the term of use for her drinks begged for such payment. There came a slight droop of her eyes as she looked down at the counter top, waiting for either a answer or a command to just go take the drinks. In any case, a sigh filtered through her lips as her hand extended out to the neck of the Whiskey bottle.<br/><br/>"Fine... He better share with me..."<br/><br/>There was a slight tint of a growl to her words when she stated the last, reaching her other empty hand over to the two glasses. Then there was a moment of slight thought, damn purse. Those forest green hues dropped down to it before raising back up to Talon.<br/><br/>"Mind holding it behind the counter for me, please."<br/><br/>After seeing that her purse was safely behind the bar Teagan turned, making her way to the office of Tyson.  Then came the tricky part... how did you knock on a door when both your hands were full with happiness drinks? Paused for a moment in the middle of the hallway, there was a death stare between her and the door. Both unwilling to move, but one was giving in first, figures it would have to be Teagan.<br/><br/>"Tyson? Can you please open the door, Talon wanted me to bring you a bottle of Whiskey."<br/><br/>If she was permitted within his office, Teagan would go, placing the bottle and two glasses on the table that he appointed for them.