Taylor was everything a night club owner should be. She was beautiful, seductive, and had a wit so sharp it had edges that cut anything in its path. Her long black hair was pulled back, and her bright eyes were alight. Ever since the birth of her son, she had stayed away from the Club. She wasn’t married. She didn’t even have a boyfriend. It had been a one-night stand with one of the Clubs band members, who badly wished to see his son. To ‘make sure it was his’. As if she would lie about such a thing. With a disgusted snort at the male race, she made her way through the swarming bodies, her hips swaying slightly to the music the rock group was playing. The father of her son stared at her and she stared back. Leto. Captivating blue eyes…. That’s what always caught her, were peoples eyes. Windows to the soul. Not only was she good at reading peoples eyes, gestures and faces; she was good at reading their souls as well. She flipped her long black hair at him, and walked to the bar. She stepped up onto one of the stools, then onto the bar itself to land gracefully on the other side. Don’t you ever use the door? Snapped her bartender, Marcus. She just smiled and patted his cheek. I love you to honey. She said to him loudly over the music. He chuckled and poured her a shot of tequila, her favorite drink then began to tell her the happenings of the bar the past weeks she had been gone.

Had a bar fight the other night. Italian guy started it I think. You know how men are. He said with a soft laugh. Her dark eyebrows raised and he coughed into his hand before asking softly, Hows Logan, Taylor? Her eyes went soft, and she smiled, her eyes far off and distant. The look of a happy mother. He’s just fine, Marcus. Hes getting real big. You should come and see him sometime. The beefy bartender gave her a grin. He’d always liked Taylor, with her incredible mind and her soft but edgy nature. She was trouble with a capital “T” but he didn’t mind. No one did. She was pleasant to work for, even if she sometimes asked them to work overtime for customers. One day he wanted to see how that brilliant mind of hers worked, but he knew he’d have to wait for her. Taylor only talked to the ones she deemed worthy. He hoped to God he was one day worthy enough for her to spend more then ten minutes talking to him.

As the music got louder, and Leto screamed “From Yesterday” She scowled. What had she seen in him? Then those eyes flashed back to her and she scowled at him. He barely gave her another glance. Turning to Marcus, she gave him a wry grin. Men. She said to him. He just chuckled at her and shook his head. She liked the large man before her. He had soft, warm eyes, and if it wasn’t for the scar under his right eye he would have been handsome in a large, rugged kind of way. A knife fight gone bad was all he’d tell her. She didn’t mind. His brown eyes flickered back to her and he smiled. What? He asked. She just shrugged and smiled back. He was a good guy. Quiet, but good.