<div style="text-align: center;">Anabell/Nights Whisper</div><br/><br/>Anabell saw the other vampire draw closer, his nostrils flared slightly as he took in her scent and hoped to god he wouldn't smell the wolf in. Her eyes looked at him closely and didn't notice any change in his demeanor he actually looked more like a predator looking at his next meal. She gulped slightly at that one then nodded when he gave his order. She pulled out a long slender glass with vampire like speed and was soon holding it under a faucet with dark red crimson liquid pouring out and into the clear crystal glass.<br/><br/>Her smile never left her face as she let the last drops of blood drip into the cylinder then elegantly handed it to the man. As he reached for the glass she caught a whiff of his own scent and it smelt old. She had come across a few old vampires in her day...but never as old as the guy in front of her. "You certainly are not of this new age are you?" She questioned.<br/><br/>His offer of joining his shocked her and was rather surprised for a moment. Not exactly sure what to say she took a look around and noticed that her club still had not filled fully up and was still decently slow. She took a look down the bar at a fair haired gal leaning over the counter flirting with a male. She wanted to chastise the girl but it seems she was doing the exact same thing. A slight sigh escaped her lips and raised her voice slightly for she knew the girl would be able to hear her even with the blaring music. "Nicole! I'm taking a 15 minute break." She said then lifted her self onto the bar and slid across and grabbed her wine glass and headed toward an empty booth.<br/><br/>She noticed her step had a slight sway to it and cursed her animal side that made her a little more flirtatious then was needed. She scooted into the booth quickly and smiled at the man. "So Alucard...Been in Crowl long?" she asked unsure sense she hadn't seen him around before.<br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><div style="text-align: center;">Tyson/Blue Moon</div><br/>It had been some time sense he had sent for the bottle of Whiskey and still it had not arrived. You would that owning a club you would have an immediate supply to alcohol, but no. It took ages before a man could get a drink. Unable to keep still and his mind still racing back to Miranda he had to do something to occupy himself or he would absolutely go insane. The fact that he already wasn't out going on a killing spree was that he had a rep to look out for and not only himself but for the North Side pack that he currently has leadership of.<br/><br/>His large hand cupped the small mouse wired up to his computer and dragged it across the pad. His screen woke up not two seconds later revealing a picture of him and Miranda their pre-vacation honeymoon. His whole body went rigid with tension and quickly in-puted his password to get the picture off the screen. The search engine shortcut was rather easy to find considering it was a large magnifying glass. He quickly pressed the icon then when the web browser was on his screen he just stared at it. He knew what he was wanting to search for but wasn't exactly sure what to type. Finally his fingers began to move and when he was finished the words glowed up at him saying,<span style="font-style: italic">Private Detective </span>. He had heard a name from someone a while ago but couldn't remember it at that moment. So he was hoping he could see it and then would remember.<br/><br/>His eyes began to dart back and forth as he scanned the names quickly and read past a named that seemed vaguely familiar and re-read it.<span style="font-style: italic">Jonathan Taylor</span>. His little mouse arrow swept quickly up to the name and he clicked on the title link then read a few reviews and was sure that this was the guy he had heard about.<br/><br/>It didn't take him long to find a number of which he dialed right away. He waited as the dial tone rang loudly into his ear, finally the machined voice of a woman saying that the number he was trying to reach was not available then a man's voice came over the line of who he was presuming was Mr. Taylor. After the man had said his peace and the beep came indicating that he could begin talking, Tyson left a brief voicemail stating his name and number and that he needed his assistance and that was all.<br/><br/>As soon as he hung up the phone a voice came from behind his closed door.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Tyson? Can you please open the door, Talon wanted me to bring you a bottle of Whiskey."</span>An eyebrow rose as he wondered why Talon would send a female up to him. Especially after what just happened. All he wanted to do is mourn the death of his fiancee. With a brief sigh he pulled him self out of the comfortable chair and straightened his shirt as he walked the short length to the door.<br/><br/>He tried to put a smile on his face but it failed horribly. The door swung open easily in the grip of his hand and he held it open just enough so he could see who it was, then realized why the voice had seemed to familiar to him at the time. "Teagan, I wasn't aware you were coming to the club tonight. And then he stepped aside a little ways while opening the door more to allow her entrance. "Thank you for bringing up the Whiskey," He noticed she held two glasses and really began to wonder what Talon had in mind.<br/><br/>"You can go ahead and place the bottle and glasses on my desk...Did you want to have a drink with me?" He asked being the gentlemen he was and didn't want to just leave her hanging since there were more than enough glass for the two of them. Plus it wasn't like anyone would come and join them, especially with the mood he was in.