Taryn nodded, she wouldn't dare tell him he couldn't go to his own bar. She moved swiftly to change pulling on some skinny jeans, the work tee she had happily thrown for a wash and dry this morning and a black small fitted vest. After sliding into her converse she head for the door. She drove them both to the bar in silence, as was the norm for them. Her hair was loose and it danced in the wind from the cracked window. The sky was dark and rumbly, it looked like the day would never clear up.
Once inside the bar Taryn got to work, allowing Clark to head to his office and do as he saw fit. Sleep, not sleep... the man was an adult he could choose to get worse or get better all on his own. A contractor showed up shortly after.
"Hi I'm looking for the owner?" The older gentleman spoke.
"Damn, if you're the owner I want a job." A younger handsome man spoke from behind his father. Beside him was an identical man, Taryn had to give a double take. She looked out the window at the van, Cowan and sons. Well Mr. Cowan's sons were pretty damn studly. Taryn shook her head. "Office." was all she said as she continued working behind the counter. The older gentleman, Steven Cowan, head for the office. While his sons stayed behind, eyes glued on Taryn.
"I'm Matt" the one that had spoken to her earlier said.
"And I'm Max." the twin added. Taryn eyed them with risen brow and held her hand out.
"Taryn, I'm also busy, you guys should go hear from boss man what needs done." She nodded towards the office and turned around checking bottles for expiration dates and for which alcohol she needed to stock beneath the counter for when her bottle ran out.