Her mood had improved dramatically over the evening, she had been paid a hefty sum and the booze was beginning to give her a wonderfully warm buzz. 
  Dusk felt her way through the crowd to the bar- hands placed lightly in the general areas where people kept their cash, fingers brushing against hands and wrists scoping for watches. She was [i]taking inventory[/i] as her father called it - Seeing what was worthy to 'lift' in the crowd. She wasn't there to steal but it had become more a practiced habit. Dusk smiled at random memory of her father.
"Pardon me" She politely squeezed into the nearest vacant space at the bar - between a couple so deep in conversation they ignored her and a rather uncomfortable looking young man, Dusk looked him over briefly. He had obviously been used as somebody's punching bag, you could clearly see that by the residing bruising, newly healing abrasion to his left cheek and the way he hung his head in his hands. Dusk pulled some cash out of her pocket and waved to the next available barman and game him a concise order "Top shelf bourbon, short glass, ice and I'll keep the bottle." The barman almost hesitated but she slid a high denomination cash note towards him "Keep the change" she added. The barman nodded and went to work with her order.  Dusk tilted her head to suss her defeated looking neighbour out. People came to clubs usually to have a good time, he clearly wasn't enjoying himself.
 "Ohh Honey... She's not worth it, no tail is" Dusk cheekily smiled at her lame attempt at a joke.