We were chasing the thunder inside the storm;

Mira was having quite the debacle, staring down the liquor bottles with a studious golden gaze, they had seemed to have found themselves in a random order that she felt the need to rearrange. It would seem that she felt the need to cure the bottles of their disorderly positioning. Her diligent hands work with purpose lightly caressing across their smooth surfaces, making sure those labels faced outward and far more user friendly to scan when quickly reaching for multiple bottles. They were missing a bottle too, of top shelf tequila. She remembered she had seen it last night, hm. Those astute golden eyes seem to scan the bar with a precision, her mind far too preoccupied with this potential theft that the she-wolf was hardly aware of the impending approach of the western king, nor the intent he possessed to find her.

That soft utterance of her name as her swiftly pivoting to face that familiar voice, that perplexed frown still kissing her features from the previous dilemma, the case of the missing bottle of tequila. She would get to the bottom of this, she was sure of it. But when those vivacious golden eyes rest upon Tetradore, she could hardly help the way her frown melts away and he is met with a curious smirk, moving easily toward where he leaned against. Tetradroe has been missing in action lately, she had noticed, it was impossible not to. There was an intrinsic inquisitiveness that lingered within the woman as to where he went to for days on end, truly it really wasn't her business, she needed to remind herself time and time again. "Heey Tetra. I knew you couldn't stay away too long from my impressive drink concocting skills. Which one did it? Although, I think I might have something you might like." She teases easily, her mind immediately thinking of a dark and stormy, however, he hardly looked his usual broody darkness. A clear look of amusement danced within the golden pools of her eyes that matched the lyrics of her voice meant only for his own ears. Even if it were damn impossible with other were's lurking about.

Clearly, drinking was not his plan, for tonight, she peered at him with an interest at the vagueness of his very words. She leans across that bar casually, if his intentions were to make her mind wander and incite that curiosity. It was working. He had to be privy of it, there was something locked away in those vibrant emerald eyes that locked away countless secrets. She could hardly help allowing her mind slight wander with the double of entendre to those specified words her uttered. It was unsure if he had meant it or not, his expression remaining impressively unreadable, although she highly doubted she could maintain the same level of stoicism. She looked back, watching the bustling staff clearly trying to mind their own business. A singular brow rose as this new potential he presented her with. Whatever it was, Tetradore was certainly not one to disappoint. "Sounds important. I'm in, as always. Besides, I think they can survive without me tonight. Tell me it's going to good, I've got my ass kicking shoes on." Mira admitted with a grin. She wondered if he would elaborate on that obscurity, even a little bit of a hint. Considering his lack of details suggested that maybe this had to do with another one of his dealings. Whatever it was, it sounded important, even if he alluded to absolutely nothing of the nature of this matter that needed her attention. Regardless, she would play along with this little charade.

Thankfully, the new recruit seemed to take to the bar easily, a real natural and had way more patience with the sleazy drunks than herself. She had little tolerance for those drunken come ons. As far as Mira was concerned, the new girl was a blessing in disguise. One that would apparently be taken full advantage of tonight. Suddenly, he produced a bag that she hadn't seen him carrying. He slid it across the vanished wood surface toward her, her gaze drifting toward the neat, well presented gift bag. It looked professionally wrapped. This seemed to clearly bewilder the she-wolf as she peered down at the bag and then back toward Tetradore. This little gift baggy felt hardly inconspicuous, like they had been. Discreetly flirting and stealing moments away when no one was watching. It hardly seemed enough to warrant a gift.

Mira unwrapped that gift with a deftness, truly completely surprised at what she would find there. She easily tossed aside that paper, there was a bit of heft to the bag which only prompted more mystery to the contents within it. Reaching in the depths of the professionally wrapped gift bag she felt around the bottom, her hand brushing against leather appreciatively. Curiously, she pulled out a leather jacket, that hide supple and of high quality. Genuine excitement flashes behind the molten eyes. "No you didn't. I love it! My old one was looking a little sad." She reached into the arm, to shrug it onto her shoulders not taking any time to try on that jacket. The smell of fresh leather filling her nostrils, the inside of the jacket felt cool and luxurious against her flesh. It fit like a glove. It amused her that he was able to determine her size. She zipped it up smoothly, it hugged her body like it was made for her. She had to say she was impressed. Running her hands down the waist, enjoying the feel of the texture beneath her fingertips, looking down before those golden eyes elevated to meet his.

"Damn and you have good taste." She spun around to allow him to see that fitted badass jacket upon her. "Thank you." She spoke the words with a genuine gleam, she meant it, the she-wolf seemed to wear it with distinct pride. She perked up suddenly, grabbing that gift wrapped and gift bag before turning on her heels, quickly saying a few words to the other woman behind the bar. Quickly, she slid around that bar ending up by Tetradore's side, feeling the urge to wrap her arms around him just yet. Instead she brushes against him, nearly affection, flirting with the boundaries they toyed with.

"So what's the occasion? Does this by any chance have anything to do with this... covert something that needs my attention." She leans in to utter those hushed words to him and him alone, that excitement and mischief dancing within her words.

I'd rather be dangerous;

MIRA RAMOS