Mama Peltier smiled to herself as she noted the newest member of her staff; Sera had fit in surprisingly well. Though most of the time keeping herself quiet and reserved; Mama knew this to be her façade. For there were times while too busy with customers and orders and; Mama laughed, running from her son Dev, that Sera forgot to be the aloof little mouse that drew no attention. Many a time when in such a situation Nicolette had witness her rap out a smart retort to an overzealous customer; Nicolette watched as Sera gripped a customers wrist tightly and set it away from her ass. She had strength both physically and mentally; if only she were Were what a bear she would make. All bear swan were strong leaders; she would be no exception; but alas the fates had made her human for a reason.

Sera laughed at one of the guys trying to grab her attention and wove her way through the crowd back to the bar; she blew out a breath and was about to continue with the order when a large warm hand closed over wrist. She hated the warm tingles that spread through her body, the deep heat pooling low in her body as she looked up to find Dev's large hazel eyes; she forced a nonchalant smile.

"Take a break," he muttered in her ear, the closeness was enough to make her moan aloud, Sera bit her lip to stop herself from doing so. She hadn't been the only one to notice Dev changing his habits to slowly fit round her and at one time the attention would have made her happy; now however she found herself increasingly nervous. He had at one time never gotten out of bed before dusk, now he was at the bar every time Sera started her shift, growling and grumpy until he saw her then he would revert to his normal laid back, easy going bear style. Colt and Remi and nearly all of the Weres had teased him mercilessly, but Dev took it as he always did in good faith.

"Erm .." Sera was about to say no when she heard a loud bang and a curse, Dev and herself exchanged quizzical looks and watched Aimee work through the crowd towards them.

"What's going on?" Dev asked his sister, he still hadn't been able to let go of Sera's hand; he'd tried but all that happened was he had gripped it tighter until his fingers had laced themselves with hers. Aimee blew out an aggravated breath.

"Colt and Justin are two seconds away from a seizure," she grumbled, "Some of the equipment has gone missing; they've sent Kyle looking for it. And some of the tuning gear has blown up."

"Can't they fix it?" Dev's voice was even but Sera knew he was really asking Aimee whether they could fix it by magic. Sera looked around; the crowd was getting fidgety, they drew in the biggest crowds when the Howlers, the house band was playing. People came from all over to hear them and if they couldn't fix their equipment tonight would lose a lot of trade.

"No, too many people or something," Aimee replied with deliberate evasiveness; Sera was used to it, she had still neglected to let anyone know she was in fact a were hunter and had had to bite her tongue a few times for nearly referring to magic or such things. Dev growled; he wanted to stay with Sera, she tried to avoid him sometimes, he was sure he didn't scare her. In fact he was sure it was quite the opposite, the desire he smelt from her drove him wild; he had recently appreciated how much he valued his human self control and restraint. Dev let go of Sera's hand reluctantly, Aimee exchanged an amused look with Sera who blushed and tried to pull away from him. Dev didn't care, bending lower to her he gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek that sent the scent of her desire rocketing and himself growing instantly hard.

"Don't go anywhere," he whispered, "stay here, ok?"

"Yes, Boss," Sera replied in a very authentic lilting southern accent, Dev smiled and longed to kiss her again more satisfyingly but he knew she would not welcome it. And against his normal instincts he did not want to push her.

Dev disappeared and Aimee turned to her biting her lip worriedly.

"Shit, the crowds disappearing!" She cried, "We need to do something!"

Sera grabbed Aimee's hand and lead her round the bar; she had a plan. She whispered it in Aimee's ear, pulling back she watched Aimee's face flash joy then determination.

"Lets do it."

Dev was trying to push the irritated crowd back from Colt and Justin who were trying to covertly mend the equipment by magic.

"Hey I thought the Howlers were playing here?" A guy demanded his face angry, Remi took a step forward with the intent of causing the guy a minimal amount of harm when Dev stepped between them.

"Just go and sit up the bar and shut your mouth, or the only thing you'll be listening to is your bones breaking and my friendly brother chewing on them."

The guy blanched and Dev laughed while Remi gave a bear like growl, it earned him a warning look from their brother Serre as many of the crowd backed away rapidly from Remi.

"Sorry we forgot to give him his rabies shots," Dev told them still chuckling.

His laugh was suddenly drowned by a sudden upsurge of male heckling, wolf whistling, cheering and clapping. Even the guy Remi was going to dismember looked towards the bar as the first notes of Def Leppards 'Pour Some Sugar On Me' sounded from the juke box.

Dev and the other Weres had the advantage of being a head and shoulders taller then nearly all the men and women in the bar and turned quick enough to see Sera and Aimee mounting the bar dancing seductively to the tune. Both had tied the tight Howlers T-shirts they wore, in a knot under their breasts so their stomach were exposed.

They brought more women on stage with them but all attention centred on the beautiful blond and the mysterious raven haired beauty. Dev barely heard Remi's growl of 'what is she doing?!' which he was sure Remi was directing at Aimee.

Dev's mind however was centred on one thing and that was the sway and curve of Sera's hips, as she swung them this way and that to the beat; he felt his heart stop momentarily. His breathing was ragged when Sera was rolling her tanned stomach until she had lowered herself to her knees on the bar then proceeded to bend backwards while Aimee and the other women popped bottles of beer. The foam and spray soaked Sera, her curls became shinier and darker, her t-shirt was tighter stretched over her luscious breasts with her pert nipples. Dev felt like he was caught in one of his fantasies, he was hard to the point of pain, straining against his pants, his animal half begged him to grab her from the stage, throw her over his shoulder and spend the rest of the night in his room making hot passionate love to her.

That was all he longed for, to plunge himself into her wet heat and lose himself in her, her scent, her eyes, her mind. He wanted, he yearned and he longed. But Dev could not bring himself to disrupt that dance, that hip movement that held him and every other man enthralled. Later he would be jealous that all these men were ogling at Sera and mad they were doing the same at his sister but for now he watched her dance. Almost like a mating dance it drove them all wild, suddenly Sera's eyes locked with his over the many heads of the many people and those eyes told him that she was only ever dancing for him and he alone. By the time the song finished the crowd was going so wild for the girls that Colt could magically fix the equipment, Dev was already pushing through the crowd to the bar.