Idle hands were the devil's playground, so Silas's hands were Satan's worst nightmare. The werewolf beta flew around the room; yelling into the speaker of his cell phone and gesticulating to the help, so that the New Moon meeting could be organized to perfection. This was one of the busiest times of the year --Halloween and Christmas aside-- the New Moon meeting was going to have the Nightbloomer Lounge buzzing more than usual. Everything had to be perfect!
"What do you mean the banner won't be delivered on time?" He frowned as he leaned against the bar. His thumb and forefinger pinched the bridge of his nose and he sighed in frustration. "Look, I need that banner by five'o clock, no later. Do I make myself clear? Good. I'll call you in an hour for an update. Good day." He hung up, turning around to face the bartender. "You got enough bottles of Grey Goose, Caleb?"
"Yeah, bossman," his employee smiled as he restocked the shelves with more liquor. "I suggest taking a breather, Mr. Banks. I can see that vein in your forehead pulsing." Self-conscious, Silas placed his hand on his forehead as he pocketed his cell phone and took a seat at the bar stool.
"I think you're right," he laughed, humorlessly. "Scotch on the rocks, please. With all this setting up, I'll need it."
"Any reason you're working so hard? I mean, the place looks amazing to me; I see no need in changing anything," Caleb shrugged as he poured a small glass for his boss and slid it to him.
"Call me a perfectionist," Silas smirked. "The New Moon meeting is by far my favorite time of the year. I like that all of the packs can just toss aside the rivalries and have one night together. It's just nice, I guess. I want to make it the best New Moon meeting, so that I can have a reason to top it next year." He took a swig of his drink, the cubes of ice clanking against the glass as it reached his lips.
"Well, I simply wish you luck, Mr. Banks. With all the work and stress I see you under, I'm sure it will pay off."
"Have you ever asked me for a raise?" Silas asked before knocking back the rest of his scotch.
"No, sir," Caleb replied with a smile.
"If we keep having conversations like these, I might promote you, but for now I'd like seconds." He jiggled the ice in his empty glass before setting it down onto the bar.