Takara had her father's temperment. Calm like water, but when it was disrupted, it could be a very lethal force, and right now, that disruption was slowly pestering her nerves. She wore a simple white tanktop and a pair of light blue jeans that had seen better days; ripped and torn at the knees. Well worn workboots and a knee length leather jacket completed her attire, but the jacket wasn't hers, it was Drystan's. She could smell him still and that subtle wiff of his cologne made her smile.

"Come on, baby." The voice at her ear crooned. "I can show you a good time."

Her jack ticked and her smile faded. "I somehow doubt that." Came her quick reply as she brought her glass of Scotch to her lips. The man's hand caught her wrist in a firm but painless grip and he brought her hand back down to the bar.

"You never know until you try." He continued.

"Look," She stated, her voice holding a hint of her annoyance. "I have told you, I am with someone. Now if you don't get your hand off me, I will be forced to remove it and I promise you that you won't enjoy it." Takara turned to face the man, her eyes burning a bright cyan with her anger.

"Never seen an Asian chick with eyes like that." Although it didn't seem to startle him, his hand slid from her wrist.

"You've never seen an Asian chick like me, period. Now sod off." Her words were a near hiss.

"Jared, leave the lady alone." The bartender appeared across the bar directly in front of Takara. "Do you want me to call the cops, again?"

"No, man. I was just messin' with her."

"Well, it would seem that the lady does not wish to be messed with. Besides, I know her boyfriend and he will rip you a new asshole if you don't leave her alone."

"Mmhph, so it seems." Jared replied. Had he not been a creep, he could have been attractive. Shoulder length dark brown hair and eyes that were even darker. He had a subtle five o'clock shadow lining his jaw and around a sinful mouth, but because of his degree of creepiness, to Takara, he was ugly. Finally, after a few moments, Jared finally turned and disappeared from Takara's view. The Dimensia breathed a sigh of releaf.

"Thanks, Kevin." She said to the bartender, draining her Scotch in one shot.

"No problem, T. I would hate to see Drystan come in here and rip the guys arms off for touching you."

"Pfft, he may just anyway even if he hadn't seen him. He'll smell him on me and know by my expression that I was pestered. I don't like keeping things from him anyway, but I will try to make sure Drystan doesn't go after him here. His mother won't be too happy with him if he ruins her club. Its bad enough Distraction is undergoing construction."

At six feet Drystan was almost indentical to his father in height and build. A muscular man yet containing a catlike grace that seemed to find it's way into everything he did. His swathy complextion and rich dark brown hair were big hints at his very roman heritage. While like his father he took more after his mother in the way that he was independant and with a temper that could be explosive and at times deadly.

As he pushed into V he was clad in a form hugging black t-shirt, a pair of well worn jeans and a short leather jacket. The man was a rebel, a wayward prince. He made a beeline straight for Takara and plopped down on the bar beside her. Leaning over he brushed a kiss against her lips and tasted the jack on them. " Mmmm, Yummy. How is everything baby?" He noticed her expression and the smell of another man lingering too close. His eyes narrowed and he spoke softly, his handsome features turning stern. " Did he touch you?" He asked softly, his voice dangerously even.

"Nothing that I couldn't handle." Came her reply, her lips ghosting against Drystan's as she spoke. "But, Kevin here came to my rescue before that creep had a chance to lift a finger." Takara saluted Kevin with a raise of her glass. "Its dire time you caught up. Name your poison and Kevin'll poor em." She toyed for a moment, with the collar of his coat. "How's your mother?"

" Guess I owe the man a drink. Gimme a J.D and pour one for yourself. My treat." The an who had bothered Takara smirked as Drystan spoke and he knew his eyes wouldn't be long on him before they moved to Takara again. Without a word Drystan downed his shot before picking up the fire extingushier and carrying it past the man and outside, leaving the door wide open. On his way back in he stopped by the mans table. After a few moments Jared looked up. " Lookin' for somthing, pretty-boy?" Drystan smiled and then spat the drink out, spraying it over the mans clothes. he surged to his feet in anger only to stand directly into the path of a flicked match. His whiskey stained clothes went up like aa roman candle and he flailed at the fire. Drystan didn't stay to see the end of his own show and simpply walked toback tho the bar. " Sorry Kev, gimme anpother. Kinda spilled that one."

The drama was over with quickly, the man putting himself out oly to get som,me minor burns, a ruined shirt and a very clear warning. Drystan sipped his second drink, wiping his hand across his mouth. " She's okay baby, so long as you've respected her. People like your parents are being rewarded but the vampires that haven't respected her are gonna get a fuckin' shock. They forget that she gave them immortality and she can with a thought take it away." Leaning forward he rested a hand over her's. " What about yours baby? I heard she hasn't spoken since what happened."

Takara chuckled softly. "I knew I liked your mother. Its about time that they learned respect. She deserves it after what she has done for our kind." She had ignored the little side-show with Drystan and Jared even though she had been aware not just of Drystan's intentions but his protectiveness of her. There were times when he was just down right scary towards anyone who looked at her the wrong way, but a part inside of her loved him all the more for it.

"Mom is...mom. Stubborn. She takes her job seriously and feels that she has shamed your mother. No matter how many times father or I try to tell her that Draven will forgive her, she just...sits there in silence or walks away from us. The only person to get through to her is dad. I just hope he can snap her out of it."

Drystan knew his temper could be terrifying at times and his acts could be described as violent or even the actions of a sociopath but if it ment protecting Takara he'd burn every creepy fuck in the city

He smirked for a moment, lifting his drink to his lips and supping from the strong liquid." I'm not going to comment on the irony of your dad trying to get anyone to speak. But I hope he does break her out of it. It wasn't her fault and from what I heard she almost seen them off herself." Sweeping his hair back Drystan smiled. Taara was such a wonderful creature. She had been his best friend growing up and it seemed only natural they had fallen in love from a young age. He could ssense she was upset about her mothers silence een if she didn't let it on. " I'll ask mom to speak with her. Maybe if she hears it from Draven she'll understand?

"One can only hope." Came her comment as she stared rather absent mindedly into her glass. Silence hung thick in the air for a moment before Takara changed the subject to a more lighter note. "Rumor has it that Damian has asked your sister to marry him." She made it a statement rather than a question. Her relationship with Drystan was very comftorable. They had, afterall, grown up together, so it was only natural that the two had fallen for one another. But, it still surprised Takara that she had snagged such a georgeous man. And, not to mention, the son of the Montriarch's themselves. Many had made comments and rumors that Takara was only with Drystan for title. Many thought that he was too good for her, being a Pure Blood. Takara's theory; let the fuckers think what they want. She loved him whole-heartedly and completely.