Throw Your Glasses Up [Open]

Friday nights were usually Sio’s favorite, and really, the beginning of her week. No matter the time of year, or the area, the night life always came alive upon the start of the weekend...and for a bartender, that meant dollar signs. Not that Sio was in dire need of money, she could tap in her husband’s joint banking account at any moment but she had a little thing called pride that prevented her from accepting help him, or anyone else really. She was out of Ireland and finally found a place she wanted to call home, which in a werewolf's case meant finding a den and either joining a current pack, or starting one up. The young blonde had already gotten the taste of being an Alpha, so there was no way she could go back to be subservient to another’s Chain of Command...but no wolf in their right mind would follow just a woman, without her mate to back up her word. It wasn’t as if Sio could really blame them either, their species was based on years upon years of tradition and instinct, it was simply how they were hardwired. Although, it did leave her in a very difficult place. She avoided pushy wolf packs so far because she kept moving, but it was only a matter of time until she bullied into a decision or caught alone by some other stronger supernatural creature, and wasn’t as if she truly cherished being alone. All wolves were social and pack creatures, strength in numbers, and the longer she avoided it...the more she missed it.

But, until she pushed into making a move, Sio had plans. She now had two jobs, both of which brought in nice amounts of cash that she was steadily saving up to purchase some real estate, make her presence known. For now she flew under the radar, avoiding any territories she could sniff out, but tonight none of that mattered. It was her first night working at Scotty’s bar, a gig she had been surprised but excited to snag. She had seen their ad in the local paper, for a part time bartender, it almost seemed like it was heaven sent...if she would have believed in that type of thing. Sio was already working half the week at Zebra’s, and so Scotty’s would fill the rest of her week, and more importantly the weekend up. Whoever she called, she was assuming it was her new boss, had hired her over the phone with no need for a face to face interview...not that she blamed him. Her accent was still thick, and considered exotic in a place like Montana, not to mention her subtle-as-a-gunshot flirting didn’t hurt her chances either. On the phone he had said dress down, which her mind consisted of heels, shorts, and a shirt that was sheer in all of the right places, not that anyone inside the bar seemed to mind. By all means, she should have been freezing her ass off on her walk over, but that was one of the percs of being a child of the moon...Sio’s body temp ran hot enough to fry any normal human’s brain.

In her defense she had been wearing a leather jacket until she walked behind Scotty’s bar and tucked into a cubby designed for the people who worked there. The sun was only just beginning to go down, and as her blue eyes flicked over mostly empty chairs, it was easy to see the weekend crowd hadn’t made it in yet. But, she wasn’t totally alone. A few old, die hard geezers, had taken up residence at a nearby table as they yammered on about the ‘good old days’, that is, until they caught the loner werewolf looking their way. Siobhan was quick to toss them a fake bashful smile and a small wave, not surprised to see their chests puff a bit in pride and their conversation quickly turning to that of past accomplishments. Men. They were all the same, and all incredibly easy to play. Picking up a nearby remote, Sio flicked through the channels until she found something called ESPN, the show kept flickering through clips of recent sports game, so she supposed the channel was just fine for the bar. After cracking her knuckles, the young Irish woman unrolled a thin hair tie from her wrist and pulled her thick dirty blonde locks up into a messy, yet attractive ponytail, while she patiently waited for more people, or other workers, to arrive.