Teagan rested in the desk chair, taking the comfort it offered. The funny thing was, this chair was like a different man, it cradled her and relaxed her, compared to her man at the shop. It cause her back to ache, as though she had been bent over the desk and righted to a wrong position for infinity pain. Teagan nearly had the mind set to prop her feet up on the corner of the desk but, she stalled, after all this wasn't her place, nor was it her equipment. With a simple crossing of her legs her eyes rose up once more, looking to Tyson as he poured another drink and spoke.<br/><br/>"Well... that would be a good thing, for us poor broke people."<br/><br/>Teagan wasn't broke, she had money, though why boast about it? Was just easier to appear broke, even easier to pretend as such. Though the longer she sat there, empty glass by the bottle she wondered and waiting for him to speak of the night. With a tip of her head and her body raising on end, she knew something very bad had happened. Feeling that power nearly suffocating the office, he hair along her arms stood, and Teagan almost had the near pinch to change. Bitting on her lower lip she held her eyes to him, letting him expel his pain and angry of everything. With the finally verdict of the nights events a gasp came from her lips, as tears swelled in her eyes.<br/><br/>"No... Me and Talon have known yall for so long... can't be..."<br/><br/>Teagan was in complete disbelief of it all, he was pulling her leg, had to be. Teagan didn't want to believe... rather couldn't believe. Lowering her head and eyes at once, she stared at the tops of her crossed legs, he had to be wrong. Her hands gripped the arm of the chair, Talon was going to be so upset, she feared a lot now. Bitting harder into her lower lip as her mind seemed to fast forward over the words, they had to be true though,  from the angry he was showing to the excessive drinking, even the power level that raised twenty notches in the room since she asked the question.<br/><br/>"I am... sorry. Yet that doesn't seemed to be a good enough answer... I don't know what to say..."<br/><br/>Though soon enough she was cut off, the ringing of the phone on the desk raised her head back up, eyes darting to it like it were a snake. Quickly she rose from the chair, returning it to Tyson as she rounded to the other side of the desk to pour another drink. Uncapping the bottle and tipping it to the side were she pour a glass to the rim full. After capping the bottle again Tea took her drink and walked away from the desk, compressing her thoughts as the glass raised to her lips, suckling back to brown tonic mix. Savoring the burn as it flowed down the back of her throat, though it wasn't enough to make her drunk it was enough to hold that same burn when drinking.  Pulling the glass back from her lips, her arms crossed over one another as she starred out the window to the street below.<br/><br/>So caught up in her own thoughts she didn't recall or hear that the call was over til Tyson spoke again. Turning from the window she starred at him, blinking for a moment, that bi-polar mood swinging was odd. It was like a happy bug had jumped into his ass.<br/><br/>"Thats a hell of a mood changer... who was that?"<br/><br/>Directing her eyes back to the now cradled phone, she had figured it would be a funeral home or something. Yet, to the excitement in his voice it seemed otherwise. What phone call would change his tone so quick? Drinking from her glass again she drain the last of the contents before raising a brow to the man. He was acting very strange now for some one who had lost a very dear loved one.<br/><br/>"I would say you could sink your fangs into me but... I don't want the wrong effect to be taken on that one."<br/><br/>There was a half smile to her lips as she looked down into her empty glass, starring all the way through to the bottom, only to see the office floor through it. Her green hues starred longer before her attention was brought back to the male again. With a quirked brow she held her glass out to him.<br/><br/>"You can do me the honors this time and pour me one. I poured the first one. By the way... don't call me Miss... you know my name and have been friends with my brother long enough to remember it. As well as  me being within the pack..."<br/><br/>She wasn't mad by the term, just correcting a small fact with a smile and a empty glass.