We were chasing the thunder inside the storm;

That diluted cerise hue brushed across the woman's cheeks once more at the mention of her name being pretty and it was, it seemed to roll off the dark-haired woman's tongue with ease. It didn't take long in that shy state that Arya offered that compliment of her name in turn which caused her brows to raise in an almost surprised fashion. "Oh that little thing? Thanks." She laughed after those teasing words left while Arya's eyes seemed content to dart downward at the floor as if something terribly interesting lingering there. That sweet smile that beset upon her lips hardly went unnoticed either, Mira could hardly help but be amazed by how shy she was. Yet within that smile she could see that look was truthfully quite genuine, she couldn't say that about a lot of people but maybe she was just too damn skeptical of the world. Perhaps with time, that way she viewed the world and the people along in it would change, after all, this pack had changed her in some ways.

Mira, sitting atop that barstool hardly allowed that confidence to waiver so unlike the woman before her with shyness clinging to her at every corner, she wondered if in time that it would melt away. How body language was everything with her species and Mira seemed to embrace that life with a vivaciousness, a challenging brilliance while she could. It was as though there was a part in the back of her mind that wondered if it would be stolen from her.

The conversation easily shifts to the true task at hand, the very reason why Arya was here in the first place. Mira found it near effortless to produce those teasing words, claiming she was not going to eat the woman, even though she acted so very much like prey. As expected, it didn't take long for Arya to eventually begin easing into herself as though all she needed was just to get a little acquainted before flourishing. Those teasing words she hardly expected, and it plucks a genuinely amused sound the moment it registered in her mind. "Don't tempt me!" She warns in carefree jest, those eyes near blazing golden eyes glowing with humour then.

Mira explained how that good for nothing bartender left her completely high and dry with barely any time to find a replacement. That sympathetic look that crossed the other woman's features surprised her and more she actually apologized! Why she felt the need to apologize that was something that was not her fault was baffling. She gestured, as if batting that very sorry from existence. It truly wasn't the biggest of deals and if this... trivial matter was certainly her largest concern in life, than surely she had it made. If only that were the case but her mind doesn't linger on that little pill of darkness for long. She had Arya right where she wanted, willing enough to help. It was truly a genuinely nice act, Mira was quite determined to make that drink as delicious as possible.

Mira shoulders rose and feel in a causal shrug. "It happens, sometimes. But you Arya are exactly what I need." Now that the woman agreed, Mira would not let her guinea pig so easily escape her so easily, not without at least without taste testing a few cocktails. It wasn't so bad was it? "Quick, come take your seat. Get comfortable, you might be here for a little while." How easily the she-wolf ignored that feeble reluctance, truly, it wasn't like she was poisoning the girl. Well, maybe if the drink she made was that terrible, but she would cross that bridge when she got there, like everything else in her life.

How easily she slid across to the other side of the bar then, across from the youthful woman who easily took a seat even despite looking as small as possible. How close she had been for forgetting the most important role of a bartender, besides of course, the drinks. Remembering to card. How she was willing to overlook those very rules which she felt were entirely useless in an establishment like this, but if she was going to do this job she is going to do it damn good. It didn't seem to phase Arya in the slightest as she produces that card with an even younger, full-cheeked Arya on the little box in the corner. Mira quickly glanced at it leaning in to get a better look, paying little heed to the dates and numbers but more of that picture. That picture! How amusement grips her then, especially at she mirrored that smile in the photograph. Mira glanced up at her then, laughter escaping her once more. "Oh Arya, I could spot those cheeks anywhere!" That mischievous grin spread across her lips then. "You look so innocent, you could be standing over a body and still get away with murder."

She threw her hand up idly in a questioning manner. "Not me.. I can't get away with anything."

Mira then takes that box of cookies, but not before smelling them. They smelled like confectionary brilliance and they looked like they would be soft when you bit into them. Tetradore was sure to love every last morsel. "I think I have to.. you know at least to make sure, for purely scientific reasons." That lighthearted sarcasm easily dances from her lips. It was then Arya returns with her own jest of sorts and it was in that moment that Mira decided she liked the timid little were. "Pft, aren't we all? Although I do not remember the last time, I even made cookies, they never come out right. Plus, you don't want to poison me or else you will be stuck ladying this bar on your own tonight, I am fairly certain you do not want that." Baking was certainly not Mira's forte, but cooking, she could do at least a decent job of that. What was the point of eating something if you didn't like what you were eating?

Mira than easily tucks those cookies safely away, fully willing to take her up on that offer of having one a little later. At least once she had gotten a successful drink or two in Arya. It would be her reward. That mischievous look blooms upon Mira's features then as she fans quickly through that book, randomly landing on Sex on the Beach. That confident declaration that this was the drink for her, and that shock value of that name certainly didn't disappoint in the slightest! How those plush cheeks of the woman before her went radiantly red again. "I was thinking the same thing.. but I can assure you there are ways around this." Of course, Mira would be more than happy to offer her pointers but judging by Arya's current demeanor she wasn't about to ask. Mira smiled at the now flustered again Arya who shyly looked away before fighting it and returning her gaze to peer almost expectantly to her before asking what was in such a drink.

"No sand, I promise." That playful sarcasm easily finds her then as she placed two glasses on the table and procuring all the ingredients she needed to make this... fruity concoction. "Hmm.. it should taste good, but I honestly have no clue..."

She began to measure out each ingredient to near perfection before adding one of those pre-cut orange slices as a garnish along the rim of the polished glass stashed away in one of the fridges below. "It's a mix of vodka, peach schnapps, orange juice, and cranberry juice.. it looks more like a sunset.. but try it and tell me what you honestly think. Don't worry you won't hurt my 'fragile' feelings. She grinned before Mira placed that drink before her before eyeing her own glass. She soon brought her own drink to her lips almost curiously. It was fruitier than she would have liked but it wasn't that bad. Hmm. "So what brand of were are you?" Maybe she could get the woman talking and perhaps find out how she became indebted to the western alpha, plus it would seem Mira seemed to find this woman's presence enjoyable.

I'd rather be dangerous;

MIRA RAMOS