The beer Millie sipped was warm and flat, and she turned away from it with an unpleasant expression on her face. The barman glanced at her but stated at the other end of the bar. She smirked to herself; little did he know, she was without a doubt one of the most approachable members of the gang. She wondered if he knew how many Wolves he was surrounded by tonight. Logan was sitting across the bar and the doors at the other end of the bar slammed open as Jill made her usual, flashy entrance. Millie, a bit less of an exhibitionist, didn’t understand the extravagant outfits that Jill wore, but each to their own, and she raised her hand slightly across the bar to greet her. 

As Jill sat at the table, Millie saw Victor greet her and turned to grab her beer, noting the shadow that fell over her as she did. Looking up, she saw that Victor had come over to her. She was about to greet him before he leaned in, his lips close to her ear as he spoke. [i]"Lost Ones, they are showing up."[/i] Millie turned and looked at the pair Victor was talking about. He informed her of Angel’s plan and she nodded, showing both her approval and co-operation. She caught Angel’s eye across the bar, nodding slightly to show that she knew what the plan was and turned to face Victor. She felt the cool metal of the gun graze her skin as Victor slipped it into the waistline of her jeans. She took a step forward, under the pretence that he was pulling her closer, to make his movement seem more subtle and natural. “I’ll keep it safe.” She whispered into his ear, before stepping back again, putting that little bit of distance between them and picking up her beer. As she spoke, someone joined them at the bar and sat down near them. Millie glanced around Victor to see that it was Logan, the newest addition to the Wolves. 

“I do believe tonight we’re on hiatus.” She told her, “Angel doesn’t want any trouble tonight.” The meaning behind her words was dripping with severity but she said it in a way that made it seem like a light-hearted, passing comment. “God, how long ‘till this fight gets going.” She leaned her elbows back on the bar, stretching out one seemingly-endless leg and bending the other at the knee, wondering when Deon was going to make an appearance, and whoever he was opposing.