Work: Part Two.

The club continued to pack, bodies dancing and grinding to the music being played through the massive bass speakers. "Hey." Zeus said to the man behind the counter.

Osiris. His boss and bartender, as well as the grim reaper. Zeus found a liking talking to this guy. He just gets him. He was also a sight that made many straight men go gay. A black wolf with a body like colossus. "Hey you." He said back smiling. "Name your poison." He said, causing a smirk to come up on Zeus' face. "Surprise me." The liger responded.

He watched the wolf begin taking different bottles and mixtures, pouring them into the shaker. Zeus enjoyed watching the muscles in the man's arm work. The liquid was poured into a shot glass, filling up to the rim with a deep violet color. Zeus raised an eyebrow. "This got a name?" He asked. "Purple Haze." Osiris replied, getting a chuckle from the other man.

Taking the shot down, he tasted the tremendously strong yet sweet liquor. He placed the tiny glass down, shaking his head. His head suddenly shot back a little, feeling the aftershocks, reclining his head back laughing. "Damn! You could kill someone with these!" He said in a humorous manner. Osiris smiled. "I could indeed." He said almost boldly.

He saw people eyeing the two men, wanting nothing more than to get in their pants. One of them approached the counter an irritating smile on his face. "Name your poison." Osiris said to the iguana, who smirked at the bodyguard. "Get me something stronger than you gave this guy." He said. A challenge. The iguana had been picking fights all night, what could one more drink do?

Osiris began taking different bottles, once again shaking the mixtures together and pouring the contents into a shotglass. The liquid was a pitch black, which made Zeus raise an eyebrow. The iguana smirked again before downing the shot. As the shot glass landed on the table, the man fell to the ground, out cold. The men burst in laughter.

"What was THAT one called?" Zeus asked. Osiris smirked wiping down the shot glass. "Ferryman." He said calmly. "He is going to wake up to a headache even the devil himself would howl from." Osiris said. Setting the glass back with the others he focused his attention to the muscle liger. "Time for your weekly pay." He said reaching into his back pocket. Zeus looked over admiring how well his ass fit in his denim jeans, knowing the man was watching. Pulling out the check he handed it over to the other man. He placed the check in his wallet.

As the club eventually emptied, and the building had been cleaned only the bodyguard and bartender were left. Camille had already left, leaving an interesting air between the liger and wolf.