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Now Drake [i]really[/i] got why Victoria and the others passed.

This was a [i]clusterfuck.[/i]

More and more people trickled in one at a time... starting with the weird-ass Kali walking in with a suit. It took Drake a minute to recognize the guy... he was this skittish, eccentric guy ten years ago, but he stuck out enough for Drake to commit him to memory. Naturally, Kali stumbled over his own words for a minute before he pulled out a fucking badge and said that he was with the FBI. Drake's jaw fucking dropped as he damn near fell out of the chair that he was leaning back in. He shouted...

[color=3874f4]"Yo, what the fu-"[/color]

However, Drake fell backward and landed on the floor with a thud. Fortunately, this shitty folding chair took the brunt of the impact, but it was not something that Drake liked to do for fun. He was quiet momentarily before saying, "[color=3874f4]... Ouch."[/color] Drake ignored the various people asking if he was "fine" or "okay" or whatever as he got up and dusted himself off. At this point, Auri had done the smart thing and pulled him into the backroom, hopefully, to tell him what a moron he was. The FBI were the [i]last[/i] people Drake wanted to oversee the group - they were a buncha dickheads who thought they were hotshit. 

Drake needed his cigarette. [i]Badly[/i].

While he was dusting himself off... a fucking portal opened in the middle of the store. Now, while the rest of the so-called "Coven" took this lightly, Drake was just a [i]little[/i] bit on edge due to the little thing known as that serial killer that was targeting them and the lingering memories of the fight against the Stygian Snake. On complete reflex, Drake had created a thick, long sword made out of crackling electricity, and the second that Jack stepped out - he was met facefirst with Drake's blade aimed directly at his face. Drake was standing sideways and gave Jack one helluva death glare.

It was years since Drake had even [i]thought of[/i] Jack, so Drake had no clue who the guy was, and his own personal tunnel vision made it difficult for him to pay attention to the others.

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[h1]Veni Vedi Veni.[/h1][/center][right][b]Interactions:[/b] Alizée ([@Estylwen])[/right][right][b][code]Veni Vedi Veni.[/code][/b][/right][hr]

The seedy strip club was picking up in activity... in the center of the room was the stage where there were two "performers" out. Making a U around the stage was the massive bar, which had many husbands there to hide from their wives and get a little attention from a stripper - at least before Judas' crew rolled in. Various couches and seats were all over the place with patrons and strippers. However, the second Alizée stepped in, everyone eyed her and continued to eye her (some blatantly, some subtly) as she walked up to the bartender and asked about Violet.

The bartender she asked was a slightly chubby caucasian woman wearing a black dress that was just a little bit [i]too[/i] short to cover everything. When Alizée asked for Violet, the woman grimaced... before she asked,

"... Sure thing, babe! But, Violet doesn't work here," She started, then pointed off to the side as if trying to direct Alizée to [i]anywhere[/i] but here, "She quit a few weeks ago, but I'll get you your drink if you still want it."

However, right next to Alizée was a similar conspicuous sight. [url=https://i.imgur.com/OSyhxe1.jpg]A very muscular redhaired woman[/url] who wore a white button-up, jeans, and brown cowboy boots with a [url=https://i.imgur.com/6v4rWjs.jpg]leather cowboy hat on her head.[/url] She had her phone on the bar counter, and when Alizée asked for Violet... she looked down and sent a quick text. 

Before she went back to drinking her beer, she kept her eye on Alizée.