We were chasing the thunder inside the storm;

Mira watched the other woman with the full weight of her unusual gaze, that lava that flows through her veins peering from just beneath that surface, shifting like something near otherworldly. They found their target, the brunette with the cookies and innocent demeanor. It is Mira's own experiences that make her question the hardly chatty nervous creatures. Besides, she needed her. But damn, she had not met someone that looked like the world was going to eat her whole in one fell swoop. Mira pondered for a brief moment, it couldn't be her could it? The cause for all this nervous energy? How rarely those nerves ever gripped her completely like that, even now with the nerves of not totally fucking up this evenings impromptu bartending gig.

The dark-haired woman could hardly help but wonder if this woman had something to hide, and if she did, she was going to sniff it out of her, one way or another. Yet she doubts it, Mira relied heavily on her gut and Arya the lost little seal truly seemed as innocent as she looked with those sweet brown eyes met her golden gaze before they quickly dart away. She was were, she could tell that much, she must have been prey, she certainly gave off that vibe. It only made her seem that much more interesting, maybe it was a predator thing.

Thankfully, it didn't take much for the woman to ease slightly, those shoulders finally settling. "Pretty name.." She referred to that offered name, she supposed it was only fair that she offered her own. "I'm Mira.." The she-wolf offered, leaning back into that wooden bar. See, not entirely unfriendly.

She seemed nice enough, just so terribly frightened of the world at large. Like a loud sound would send her bursting out of her own skin. How it made that wolf within her shift and yet, thankfully it was easy enough to control. Upon that singular question, she had agreed to deliver those cookies to Tetradore, but she was not getting away so easily. That condition hung in the air between them, Mira sitting up straighter, that expression was clearly one that displayed she was not going to let her get out of this one too easy. Even if the other woman so desperately wanted nothing more than to tuck tail and leave. She was quite opportunistic and this woman had seemed to fall right in her lap at the right time as she was studying those recipes. If she was going to do something for her, the least she could do is be a guinea pig, plus she needed to make sure they weren't poisoned cookies she was passing on to Tetradore. She found herself particularly fond of that were-king and that odd protectiveness she felt over him apparently extended to poisoned cookies. Look what her life had become.

She looked at her with that unwavering gaze and a smile upon her lips, did they have a deal? The woman looked like she might flee, right then and there. She certainly was a jumpy little thing, surely a drink would do her some good. Maybe, she could find out just what had her so anxious in the first place. Surely Mira herself wasn't that intimidating, to be truthful, she never really put much thought into it. Hm. Finally, after some considering the woman spoke, accepting her offer. "Oh come on. Don't look so scared, I'm not asking to eat you." Mira let the amusement dance within her teasing words, as that laughter slipped casually from her lips. "Besides you might enjoy it and if you don't well.. I don't plan on taking too much of your time.. I have to admit.. I'm a little up shits creek tonight. The bartender bailed a few hours before his shift.." She ended those final words with a sigh.

That shy voice reached out for her once more as Mira stood, easily sliding around that bar, taking her little book of recipes with her, she was thankful it was laminated for all the humiliating blunders that were sure to happen. She drummed her fingertips to a random beat along the table before Arya admitted she wasn't well versed in drinks, Mira rose a curious brow at that. Yet judging at how nervous she was, she wasn't entirely that surprised. It made her seem... terribly, young. "Hmm.. I suppose I have to be responsible and ask your age.." Shit, if she couldn't remember that part she was really going to have a hell of a time tonight. She shook her head in spite herself.

She was pleased to see the woman take a seat, the clean box of alluring cookies sitting in front of her. She supposed she better take those, so Arya knew that she intended to give them to Tetty so long as that deal was met, Mira was truly a woman of her word. She popped open the box, catching a whiff of those delicious cookies, surprise bloomed across her feminine features then. "They smell delicious. I will guard these with my life." She could hardly help that grin that tugged upon the corners of her lips as she teased before she sealed the box shut again, they were clearly not for her. It was a shame, maybe she would convince Tetradore to spare one. She tucked it away, out of sight before her eyes landed upon the anxious woman again while Something near mischievous crossed her feminine features then. "Since you don't have a preference..." she paused, those vivacious near glowing golden eyes fall to the woman's face before drawing that laminated book, opening it at random until the perfect drink recipe stared up at the she-wolf.

"Looks like you need a sex on a beach.." How she was hardly privy to how that declaration may have sounded then, alright, maybe just a little. The woman was just so nervous it was just so easy and tempting not to see if she could at least coax a laugh or some kind of reaction from the woman sitting across from her. Like clock-work Mira's fingers find a fresh clean glass underneath the bar, then producing another one beside it for herself. Who said impromptu bartenders could not also drink?

I'd rather be dangerous;

MIRA RAMOS