A club was not her scene. There was absolutely no reason as to why she would ever be caught within a place like this. It was loud, it was dirty, and it just wasn't her style to grind up on another. The only good thing a club was for, was for an itch, and she was itching for something warm to go down her throat that a nice cup of tea couldn't settle. But let's be honest here...she would not have waltzed into a sex-craved night club for a glass of burning amber liquid. No, she would have gone to a nice quiet tavern, perhaps up North. Where she could read her book in peace and listen to the droll of the latest sports game on the TV. Yet she did not have that luxury tonight. Instead she was here on business. Only work would ever make her come into this festering zest pool of...whatever the fuck was on the floor. Funny...she didn't know any other job that would make anyone come here, oh wait, the employers...they worked here. Well, she was not employed here, thank God, and she was going to have a very long talk with Lucian that although she was his employee she had standards. Part of her standards was to not go to a crazy night club. Since she was the only female that was a part of his work crew she had to be the one to deliver the goods- and again- get your damn mind out of the gutter. It wasn't her idea to meet with one of his private clients and deliver whatever sort of goddamn weapon some crazy nut job needed. It wasn't her idea to join Lucian's workforce, but it was money, and it gave her a reason to stick around the warehouse other than to just be a lazy bum and sleep in there with the deranged WereLeopard. Let's make this clear she does not sleep with the boy, she just sleeps above him...in her own little crook.

Anyways, the curly-haired woman was sitting at the bar ignoring the pathetic new form of 'dancing' which seemed to be rubbing up against anyone you can find. I mean really, couldn't anyone act all Blighty for a change? Why this was something that needed to be done she simply could not understand. What she could understand, however, was that at this point in time she wanted nothing more than get the hell out of dodge. Though she could not do that any time soon. Not when she was entertaining the crazy fool that wanted some complicated gun that had to be custom made. The male that was sitting beside her had decided not only did they need to drink to celebrate a well-made gun, but to enjoy the time together because apparently her blue-grey eyes were fantastic underneath the dimly multi-colored lights that only gave her a headache. The male also had in mind that he was allowed to touch her scarred arms that stuck out from her sleeveless hoodie. Always, her arms were covered, but to fit in this...scene...she had to strip the sleeves, because she sure as hell wasn't going to strip anything else off. Each time he stroked her side or arm she would scoot her barstool away from him, and he would only follow. Attempting to stay polite she would drink her third tumblr of whiskey, while watching him attempt to bounce a coin on the bar top towards the glass on the other side to win a free drink. It was a simple game really and the fact that the brute couldn't do it was quite pathetic. Her attention was freed when she heard the voice of an oddly dressed up female that seemed to want the bartender as her meal than actual food. Politely, she would lean in closer to the woman, her curly hair hiding part of her disfigured face as she spoke aloud above the music.

"Get the turkey sub...you won't throw up."

Returning to Lucian's customer she couldn't help but sigh and roll her eyes in slight irritation as he continued to attempt to get the coin into the glass. Clenching her teeth, she would swipe a few coins in front of him and proceed to smack the one coin after the other down on the bar and watch it fly into the cup on the other side. Her head would lower slightly as the sound of cheers and yells were issued along the bar as all three coins landed into the cup. While the bartender placed three drinks in front of her, she gently nudged the glass to Lucian's client hoping that perhaps...if he was drunk she could easily slip out and be free of this damn place.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven