We were chasing the thunder inside the storm;

Mira sat at the bar of that main area where the fights took place, reading some boring bartenders manual. However, it was the self-proclaimed holy grail of recipes from A-Z. The bartender called in sick last minute and Mira had hopelessly offered to stand in at the last minute in a desperate attempt to stop catastrophe. They couldn't open without alcohol; how obviously the place would break out in a damn riot. Who would want to placate a bunch of charge blood thirsty weres without their drink of choice? Especially during the high crackling energy that the fights incited.

Despite all the frantic calls for a last-minute replacement bartender, it would seem no one panned out. Never had she heard the flimsiest excuses she had ever heard in her god damn life. Of course, she would hardly let that stand, as the she-wolf called them out on it even despite how futile those efforts were. She had been studying those more obscure drinks for at least an hour, those basic drinks she already knew were easily crafted skipped over. It was those deceiving drinks with the flamboyant names, with everything but the kitchen sink included, well now that was what made this considerably trickier. Mira knew her way around a bar in her younger years and she suspected she could fumble her way though this the best way she possibly could. Floundering hopelessly until the night wore on into the early hours of the AM. How hard could playing bartender be for one night? She knew very well that she was merely fooling herself and yet she could hardly afford herself the luxury of not.

Until then, she fully intended to snare who ever crossed her path, to test her drink making skills on. She felt like a mad scientist with a wide array of alcohol to blend and choose from. She waited patiently for her next victim, it was decidedly quiet today, a calmness before the storm. There was not a single person that would be allowed to slip passed her. Not with those astute molten eyes and honed sense of hearing on her side.

That was when her hopes had been seemingly answered, she could hear the footfalls of someone while she read over the same complicated recipe of 'The Commonwealth' for the third damn time in the course of five minutes. 71 fucking ingredients was madness! However, it was that distinct scent of nervousness that pulled her away from that ridiculous recipe, that very scent near poignant to the she-wolf. Mira shifted to face the culprit of that scent slightly only shifting her torso and head for now, her golden eyes resting upon that anxious form of a chocolate haired woman, grasping at a container of cookies. Interesting. She eyed the cookies and then met the woman's stare.

She was certainly a were, she could practically smell that animal beneath her skin. However, what she couldn't quite determine what one she was exactly, the scent clearly muddled with her more prominent human scent and those aromatic cookies for now. That admittance that Tetradore has helped her rang out from her lips. How over and beyond the western king had went for Mira herself since upon her distinctly tumultuous arrival to Sacrosanct. It would certainly explain the thank you cookies clutched within the woman across from her hands. "Is that so?" Curious as to that very story while she sat up slightly, shifting within her seat to effortlessly face the other woman, her eyes flicker over her. That inner predator could not help the way she has studied her then as if looking for something amiss. A tell that her actions were hardly as genuine as it seemed. She hardly seems like a creature that would cause a problem, it was quite clear from that nervous scent of hers.

"That sounds like him.. do you have a name?" She inquired, leaning into that wooden bar, abandoning her studying of that manual for now. Somehow, this seemed far more important, or perhaps the woman was simply looking for a distraction from those duties.

"I will deliver these to him... on one condition. Since you are already here." She noticed that strong blush upon the woman's features, as though she dismissed it as being incredibly shy. Mira seemed to seize this moment easily. "I need you to order a drink, I am single handedly manning this bar tonight and I need a guinea pig." Those honest words left her then, she was deserving a little context didn't she? Maybe she would also hear that story that so prompted the gift of cookies. How Mira already knew how the were king possessed that sweet tooth, knowing very well that these tasty morsels would certainly be well received.

"Do we have a deal?" A slow smile seemed to spread across the she-wolf's features then. Those golden vivacious eyes landing upon the stray woman that happened to walk in. she fully intended to take full advantage of this seemingly innocent trespasser. After all, it wouldn't surprise her if this very woman ended up a member of their eclectic pack by the end of that month. Regardless, even though that woman didn't seem to possess a mean bone in her body, Mira kept her gaze ever watchful, hardly willing to allow any harm to befall the pack from her own lax judgements. However, that she-wolf would not so easily let her out of her clutches just yet, until she at least ordered something. She would get this down pat for tonight. Somehow.. someway. Damnit, this was going to be a glorious disaster and yet she never shied away from that veritable challenge. At the very least, booze was booze right? The drunker they got the less they were to notice. At least that thought alone would be a comfort she would allow herself, for now at least.

I'd rather be dangerous;

MIRA RAMOS