[center][h1][u]Alizée Altieri[/u][/h1][/center]

[color=lightgray][i][u]Location: Veni Vedi Veni[/u][/i][/color]
[@Punished GN]

[hr]

The eyes on her were apparent.

[h3][b]"Quand le chat n’est pas là, les souris dansent."[/b][/h3]

She mumbled under her breath, trying, yet failing, to appear unnerved. 

[i][b]"... Sure thing, babe! But, Violet doesn't work here," [/b][/i]the bartender said.[b][i] "She quit a few weeks ago, but I'll get you your drink if you still want it."[/i][/b]

Alizée took a step back, pale eyes watching the bartender carefully, before she leaned her elbows on the counter, ignoring the performers and mens' eyes on her. Her fingers drifted over the bills she had placed on the counter, before reaching into her wallet and slapping a hundred on top of the stack.

Her eyes went dark when she stared at the bartender again, lying through her teeth. [b]"Real shame, that. My boss was looking forward to booking her for a good gig."[/b]

That's when Void swirled in front of her vision. His voice echoed in her mind. [i][color=#A299FD]"We're looking for a biker gang, right? I got someone that fits the description, and they can't stop staring at you."[/color][/i]

[i]"Hm?" [/i]she thought.

[i][color=#A299FD]"And they just sent a text."[/color][/i]

[i]"Did you see to who? Or what?"[/i]

[i][color=#A299FD]"No. Just that they sent it damn quick."[/color][/i]

Her eyes flicked to the side, eyeing her red-haired [i]companion[/i]. Muscled, rough around the edges. How did Alizée not see this beast of a women when she first walked in? Her hands were large enough to wrap around Alizée's throat without much hesitation.

The real concern that made Alizée's heart quicken a beat was the text. There was only two possibilities she could think of. Either one, the muscled woman sent a text to Violet directly. Or two, and unfortunately, more likely, she sent a text to her '[i]friends[/i].' Possibly the Wolfpack. A one-way ticket straight to Father Wolf, if such was the case.

Damn, she hoped she was wrong. What a way to send yourself on a silver platter.

She took another long moment, silence stretching as her fingers pressed on the hundred on the counter. With a click of her tongue, she slid it over, eyeing the bartender again.

[b]"Come on, I [i]know[/i] you know more than that. Why did she leave?"[/b]

A pause. [b]"And uh, [i]two[/i] gin and tonics. And a beer, same as her."[/b] She gestured to the muscled woman beside her. 

[b]"That sounds about right, right about now."[/b]