It wasn't often that Tetradore sought the comfort of bars or clubs. He disliked that press of humans upon him, that very same thing the man was often inclined to avoid even within the walls of his own. Tonight, however was something exception to that general rule. Since his rise from the grave, measure had to be taken to ensure Tetradore's empire of crime remained entirely intact. It was one of his more shady clients the man was attempting to reassure that had prompted him here, settled at the bar with several empty glasses in front of him whilst attempting to explain that his death had been mere rumors, nothing more and nothing less. That little lie was vastly easier for them to stomach then the truth of it, and certainly easier to spin. After all, no one looked for a dead man, did they? Shipping their illicit goods would surely be far easier this month before his existence spread throughout those circles that his death was but a farce. It took a significant amount of buttering up, far more than Tetradore would have liked but, eventually the man agreed to continue their business, his gait nearly staggering in the wake of all the booze Tetradore had purchased for his companion's consumption.

A soft sigh left Tetradore's lips, his hand reached up to run through his dark, unruly locks. He had intended to linger her particularly little and yet, the whiskey within his glass made him hesitate. It would be a crime, after all, to let such a smooth liquor go to waste. He reached out, gingerly rotating the drink in his hands so that the ice clinked softly together, the man altogether ignoring the crowd behind him, blotting out their nearly boisterous laughter of someone that was clearly unable to hold his drink. A small frown crossed his features as the man's emerald eyes stared into the depths of that beverage, his thoughts drifting of matters that still had to be taken care of, much less those people he still had to deal with. In fact, the man was so lost in those very thoughts he hardly noticed the peculiar looking woman that entered the bar, at least, not until she passed behind him on her way to the table in that corner. It was that scent that he knew. That scent that made his head snap upwards and saw the man turn in that chair, his gaze searching quite quizzically for....something. Those human senses were all but dulled in comparison to his animal side and yet, still, he knew that smell almost innately, even if he couldn't place it.

The man took his glass with him, attempting to follow his nose through those scents of dirt, grim, vomit, alochol and every other illicit substance that marred the clothes of those bar goers. It took him several minutes to locate her, however, the man content to simply watch her from afar for several moments in idle curiosity. She certainly didn't look like anyone he knew and yet, that nagging sense of familiarity drew him to her all the same. Tetradore closed that small distance between himself and the girl's table, pausing in front of it and, in turn, letting those vibrant emerald eyes so settle upon her. His head was tilted to the side in a contemplative fashion. "Excuse me, have we met before?" He inquired, pausing for a moment before the man added, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly, "You smell familiar." It was perhaps peculiar to any but the were species and yet, the man was nearly instantly able to place that she was, indeed, of his kind. If any would understand what he was attempting to convey, it would be her and yet...he still remained altogether baffled. There were two distinct scents on her, now that he stood closer towards the girl and yet he knew them both, one managing to so tug at those instinctual possessive desires though, he still found himself unable to place exactly who that smell belonged to. How puzzling...