I need a drink... and a smoke [ota]

[waspofagirl]

Lisbeth wasn't dealing well with being injured and stuck in an unfamiliar place. And she had no idea what her fate would be when she returned home. Was she dead? Would her half-brother find her and make sure she was? Would the authorities find her?

Too many potential outcomes and none of them preferable. So she chose to occupy herself with something

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[beyourclaymore]

Dyson had taken to prowling In & Out since Bo had gone home. He was like a wild thing with a sore paw, and strangely obsessively protective of Kenzi all of a sudden. Prowling was Matt's word for it and so he liked to put the older man to work since he was covering his job and part of Bo's as well.

Tonight that work included checking in on the people in the booths to see if they wanted more drinks.

Which was why he found himself next to the woman's table, fairly growling, "You want a fresh drink?"

[waspofagirl]

Lisbeth looked up at the man, slightly startled at the fact that there was growling in his voice. She wasn't quite sure what to make of that, other than that he might be someone hostile and that she should be on her guard.

Or maybe he just despised his job.

She nodded, eyebrow raised as she considered him, "Yes, please."

[beyourclaymore]

He was a wolf, he almost always growled.

"The kid behind the bar know what you're drinking?"

[waspofagirl]

"I ordered the first from him." she answered with an even emotionless tone that was her usual, "So it might be assumed he does."

"It was just the beer on tap."