<em>Drake, at the bar</em><br/><br/>Drake sighed when Ingrid walked off. It was no secret she didn't like Nephi. He shook his head and gave the woman in question a cursory nod. As he walked out of the bar, he took note of Spencer and Dan. Well, things were changing, it seemed.<br/><br/>Drake stepped out of the bar and lit a cigarette of his own. "Hey," he said quietly. She was a full member, but Ingrid was also his woman and that was complicated at times. Times like now. He sat on his bike and blew a stream of smoke into the air. "Anything I can do, babe?"