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Out of all the commotion downstairs, it was the gunshot that finally woke Alex. She gladly jolted out of her least favorite dream and instinctually grabbed her knife. Barely dressed, she flings off her covers and swings the door open. Moving as quick as possible, she glides down the hallway and jumps down off the bannister and lands on the hardwood floor just a few feet from the stairs just in time to see a conversation starting between Clay and what she recognized to be a huntress. A very familiar huntress, almost like she had only ever known her in a dream, but known nonetheless. An odd shadow had just escaped the tavern doors, followed by Ayeka, and by now was already on another world. One of the least crazy things about her, the tavern, that Alex had come to appreciate. 

Giving no notice to the fact that she was wearing shorts, a tank top and nothing else, she started walking up to the party and was about to inquire as to the mess, glass, blood and gunshots when the huntress materialized a small bell and used it to fix Clays wounds. Alex found herself on the verge of laughing. [i]Doesn't she know [b]what[/b] he is?[/i] No matter. Huntress magic or not, Clay would be fine. He's a tough sonofabitch and Alex has witnessed him come back from battles that seemed to be his last. 

Flitting her eyes to the bar she noticed a pair far too sophisticated for this establishment. The woman was absolutely tantalizing. The dress she wore was a perfect match for her dripping ruby lips and auburn curls. The man with her could only be the owner of the bar, Dorian, which hasn't been seen by many in a while. They look busy, like they might be discussing some business. I'd would be wise not to disturb them. She turns her attention to Clay, crossing her arms and giving him a stern look. 

"Clay, [i]darling[/i]," She says sarcastically. "You make my job much harder than it needs to be." She slips the knife into the waistband of her shorts, though it pokes out the bottom, and crosses her arms over her chest while inspecting the damage to the bar. "I'm not cleaning this shit up." She laughs and beckons the bartender for her usual whiskey and a cigarette.