There came a frown from Teagan, settling over her lips as she looked out at the patron that crowded the night club. Though she nodded her head to Mister Taylor as he made his request, it almost seemed as though he was itching for a fight, which made her shake her head just a bit. Maybe she was just seeing things or something. Moving around the workers at the bar, Teagan went to the fridge and grabbed to chilled beers from  it before walking back were Mister Taylor sat, and sat the beer down. Looking around now, she could seem to find the bottle opener which made her look back to Mister Taylor with a smile.<br/><br/>"Would you be so kind as to help a very weak woman open the bottles?"<br/><br/>There was a playful smile as she pushed the bottles at him, she was either playing with him, or just being too lazy to bother with looking for the opener. Either case it may have been, wasn't no sense is a perfectly good male sitting there like a bump on a log, though he was already there for work, right? Moving out from behind the counter she came to take a seat on the chair to his left, making sure that her right hand was open and free if needed. Her legs crossed over one another as she faced the side of Mister Taylor, though hardly for his benefit. She wanted to make sure that she would be able to quickly react if something did go wrong, if she was facing the bad it would slow down her reaction time just trying to get out of the chair.<br/><br/>Tilting her head to the side, she starred at Mister Taylor for a moment, trying to decide if he was looking for a fight or if he was expecting one, though she just couldn't tell yet. Taking her bottle from the counter she would tip if back against her lips, drinking from the long neck before lowering it.<br/><br/>"You know... if you make a funny face at them they may stop looking at you, or there is the alternative."<br/><br/>Teagan had a idea of her own of how to get the over baring eyes to stop looking at him, though it hardly seemed right for the most part . Swiveling her chair about she faced the crowd of the club now, looking back to the eyes that were clearly starring at Mister Taylor, that honestly bugged the hell out of Teagan, rude bastards.... Sighing out she crossed her arms over her chest as she brushed the side of the bottle up and down against her arm. She was starting to become increasingly worried about Tyson, if this.... human was part of his business, why had he already sent for him? With pursed lips her other hand came to brush the hair from her eyes, tucking it behind her ear as she turned her head over her shoulder to look back at Mister Taylor.<br/><br/>"He shouldn't be much longer before calling on you. Sorry for being bad company, and for your waiting."<br/><br/>It wasn't so much a apology on her part, but rather one from the other animistic ones that had been starring at poor Mister Taylor since he arrived here. Bringing the bottle back up she took a longer swing from the bottle, savoring the flavor before turning back to the bar were she sat it down. A smile settled in as she propped her elbows on the counter and rested her chin within the palm of her hand to tilt it and look back at him.<br/><br/>"Maybe you should ask one of them to dance, they are starring you down like a piece of meat... which I can't blame them."