Tyson drew the door closed behind Teagan as she entered the room. He heard the soft clink as the glasses shifted to rest next to each other on his large desk. Soon the crack of a fresh bottle being open sounded and the sweet sickly smell of the whiskey wafted into his nose as he turned toward her and paced his long strides til he was in front of his desk, and in front of her. His large calloused hand circled the glass easily, swirled the amber liquid then took the glass and forced all the liquid into his mouth , passed the tongue and straight down his throat. He was not drinking to enjoy it he was drinking to forget and get drunk. Which as a werewolf is really hard. "I should learn to make my own alcohol and make it werewolf proof and make it less expensive to get drunk." He murmured. "Thank you, by the way. " he said, his head down a bit, he was really wearing his mood that night, which was very unlike him.<br/><br/>He watched her move away from him to around his desk and then take a seat in his nice Italian leather chair, a smirk passed over his lips for it took guts to just sit in an alphas chair especially one in the mood he was in, but he guessed that was more the reason he didn't protest nor make any move to remove her from its smooth texture.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Whats going on? I know there is something up, my brother would have came by his self but... I got the feeling he didn't want to be in range of your... anger."</span><br/><br/>Her words struck a core in him, he was trying to forget what had happened but he couldn't blame her, not every one in hunters crowl could know about her murder. So many people had their own lives going on and barley paid any attention to their alphas tho you think they would. A sigh left his lips as he was lifting the bottle off the desk and pouring a nice amount into his empty glass. His mind was racing trying to figure out the best way to tell her that his fiancee had died, murder is more like but there was no easy way to explain death is there? Setting the bottle down he looked at her, sadness etched all through out his face, tears clung to the corners of his eyes threatening to emerge from their hiding spot and tightening his jaw was the only thing that kept his lower jaw in check from shaking.<br/><br/>"Miranda....Miranda..she is no longer among us. That would be why your brother doesn't really wanna be around me, which I can understand why. He is a rather happy guy and as much as her death saddens him I'm sure its not as bad as it would be for him to be around me. Plus I might just beat him up for the pleasure of sinking my fangs into someone." He said<br/><br/>"Thank you, again for sharing this bottle with me, though if you have other plans I can understand." He said noticing that she set her glass down near the bottle. It saddened him a little bit for he did desire company, he knew with someone there he wasn't about to go and throw himself off a building or go insane with lonesome. The energy seemed to seep out of him as the time elapsed and he had to retreat himself to the small leather seat near the desk. He wanted to be near his desk just in-case he needed to answer a phone call or order another bottle, who knew what he may need, but it was all there at his desk.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4000FF">Jonathan held the phone in his hand and saw the one missed call message light up the screen. He listened to the voicemail and with the ending sounds of the message a smile accompanied his face.  It looked like he was going to be getting more work. Pressing the call button he called the number and proceeded back up to his lab to finish his potions, holding the phone between his ear and his shoulder. He waited for the phone to stop ringing and for the client's voice to come on.</span><br/><br/>The phone line rang loudly in the almost silent small office space. You could barley hear the music from the club that surrounded his office, but the vibrations could still be felt through the leather chair of which Tyson's finely chiseled ass was sitting in. He twirled a glass of amber liquid and gingerly sipped. After the fourth ring he held up a finger in the gesture of 'one-moment please' and released the phone from its cradle. "Hello, this is Tyson. Owner of the Blue Moon Night Club."<br/><br/><span style="color: #4000FF"> "You attempted to contact me, Mr. Lawrence?" Jonathan's voice replied.</span><br/><br/>A cheery maleâ€™s voice came over the phone.  The reply caught him off guard. He was not expecting to hear from the private detective in such a short amount of time.  He cleared his throat and set down his glass of whiskey. â€œAh yes  Mr.Taylor. You got back to me much quicker than I was expecting. But yes I did attempt to contact you. If you are the man the ads on the internet seem to say then I have a job for you.â€ Tyson paused for a moment, and then continued. â€œWhat do you know of the supernatural me boy?â€ He asked, he didnâ€™t want to just spill the whole case to a mundane. Heâ€™d rather bring someone who knew of his world then not.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4000FF">"Strange that you are one of the few Crowlians that does not know about me...I feel insulted." he said rather amused.</span><br/><br/>A chuckle escaped from his thin lips at the other manâ€™s sarcastic surprise.  â€œI try to stay out of your mundane lives as much as possible. Iâ€™ve got a whole pack to look after so your petty short lives mean little to me.â€ He said then shook his head, he was not trying to insult the man who he was attempting to employ but this manâ€™s sarcastic tone rose the alpha in him with hackles raised high. â€œForgive me, Iâ€™ve had a rather<span style="font-style: italic">BAD</span>night.  I call upon you because I need information and I hear youâ€™re the best.  If you want the job meet me outside the Blue Moon Night Clubâ€¦sayâ€¦.four oâ€™clock. â€œ  He gave no chance for Jonathan to reply if he would or would not met him but simply hung up the phone.<br/><br/>As the phone was fitted in the phones cradle perfectly Tyson looked back up at Teagan and smiled as best he could. "Well something seems to be looking up, so will you join me for that drink miss, or do I need to request upon the company of someone else?" He ask a spark having flared somewhere within him at the chance of finding who killed his would of been wife.