Tysion spent his day at the bar, venting out his frustrations with Karla, at his friend who equally shared his headache with him.
"That stripper has some nerve to prance around wagging her tail in between her legs." Tysion had a good tolerance for alcohol, his greatest weakness, in theory.
{Do I tell him about the article?. If he opens his phone then the city is going to experience his wrath.} Dritan had been heavily contemplating the matter, he and Cora were hunting down the man behind the absurd article, in the most discreet manner.
"What is your endgame with her?." Dritan popped up, the other pack members were all keen on knowing exactly what he planned to do once he found his Luna.
"Well...to fuck her." He replied with a straight face, and took a sip of the vodka he was served. Only three people were at the bar at this time, and they kept their distance from him.
