Drake didn't care how the manager wanted to run his business. That is his fucking business. What mattered was his business with Lisa. The manger may have fired her, but Drake sure as shit never gave that bitch permission to leave. Pretty sure he told her to get him a fresh drink. Reaching out his coat came flying from his chair to his hand. He slung it over his shoulder and headed to the back door. He grabbed a raw steak to munch on as he made his way to the kitchen.<br/><br/>Bursting out the back door he stops and looks around. His green dragon wings start to sprout out his back again. He was on the hunt now. He was going to track Lisa down, and then... well he'll just have to see what kind of mood he is in then.