The woman looked over at the scruffy, tattooed man that had walked over to her. "Ah Taz, so happy you were able to come. Care for a drink to warm that little tornado heart?" She said this as she began to walk towards the bar where the bartender had just filled up yet another glass for the extremely inebriated man sitting on a stool. "I have a bit of a, business proposition for you. I believe your destructive talents may come in handy."