Angel smiled to Victor as he sat next to her at the table. She looked around and wondered if any other Wolves would be showing up tonight. She hoped so; it would only make the night more enjoyable for her. She was about to stand up to get a drink to quench her thirst and her neves when she heard Victor's metal fingers tap on the wooden table in front of her. She stopped and looked over at him curiously, wondering what was wrong.

[i]"Lost Ones are showing up."[/i] His tone was low and serious. [i]"Maybe the guy Deon's about to pound to the dirt is one of em, they dont typically show up here. I wont make a move unless you okay it, but if you okay know those fucks are gonna shed blood."[/i]

Angel stared at him curiously and wondered which of the Lost Ones would be showing up. Was it Fitzy or just some underlings? She followed his gaze and saw he had been staring intently at a younger boy who was sitting by himself. She didn't recognize him, but she trusted Victor's judgement that he was one of them. She turned back to him with a sigh and shook her head.

"Not now," she told him, placing her hand lightly on his shoulder. "We can't go making a scene just yet. Or the cops will bust in and we'll all be screwed. Don't start anything unless you're provoked. But even then, don't make it an obvious gang thing." Her eyes flashed back to the boy, then back to Victor. "Besides, that kid doesn't look like he'd be much of a threat right now, anyway." Angel turned back to the cages, keeping her head somewhat low. How many people would recognize her here?