As soon as Deserae stepped inside, she knew she was in the right place. Not that it was up for debate beforehand, but the lights immediately shutting down only to be brought back up with the colored strobe-light effect combined with the screams and cheers of the audience...it wasn't hard to guess what kind of place this was.

Trying to adjust her eyes to the new lighting, Deserae pushed herself past the throng of people who, for some unknown reason, liked to gather by the entrance. Maybe they just liked everyone muttering 'assholes' under their breaths as they passed by, or perhaps they really were just moronic. Either way, Deserae finally pushed through and got her first good look around the bar.

There was a voice behind her, however it wasn't until Cotton was practically done speaking that she had realized that he was talking to her. She felt like a moron, turning to face him and just blinking while she looked at his face with her mouth slightly agape, trying to process what she had been hearing [i]before[/i] she realized he was talking to her. Something about a gun? Was he talking about the gun that Ryker gave him? She had no idea, but to keep from looking like even more of an idiot than she felt in her ridiculous outfit, she simply nodded.

"Right, um..."

[i]"I'll be close, but not too close. By the way, do you know anyone else here who is a L-… who is one of us? I'd like to know so I can find them and keep them in the loop. My eyes will be on you the entire time so don't feel unsafe."[/i]

Oh thank God, he didn't refer back to what he had been saying beforehand. This time, she made sure to pay attention, practically hanging on every word he spoke as if trying to compensate for last time.

Another Lost One? Deserae took the moment to quickly glance around, but the darkness of the area and the ever-changing lights made it almost impossible to see [i]anything[/i] here, however she did spot a young man practically impersonating the Flash as he zig-zagged through the crowd, dragging around another young guy. Deserae closed her eyes and sighed, gesturing vaguely towards the pair.

"Minato. I met him this morning, he's new and kind of...all over the place. Be gentle with him, I don't think even half of what I said to him this morning stuck."

Deserae inwardly bit her lower lip, realizing the irony of her own statement since she hadn't caught all of what Cotton had said to her. But that was different...right?

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Before you, in this very ring, stand two of our toughest competitors; Spike and Darth D!"

Deserae clapped her hands to her ears, because the very second the announcer finished the warm introductions, the crowd burst out into deafening levels, but even then she could hear the announcer booming over the crowd. They must have turned up the mic volume.

"There's still time to place your bets, just see the tiny little man in the corner!"

That's what Deserae needed to hear. Putting her hands back down, she looked back over to Cotton and nodded, indicating that their plan was in action and headed over to the man in the leather jacket where a few last-minute betters were heading, unable to help herself in trying to adjust the dress as she went. God she missed her jeans.

It took a few minutes, since there were some people in front of her, but she eventually got to the bookie, inwardly cursing Ryker for setting her up for this.

"Hey there..." She said softly to him, a lot softer than she had expected even and took a split second to clear her throat. "So, I'm new in town, looking for a good time..." She paused to bite her lower lip in a fashion that she hoped looked somewhat seductive; either that, or she had already ruined this entire thing by looking like she was constipated. "...perhaps, perhaps you can help me out? I've, uh, I've got cash, more of it than I know what to do with, any tips on who I should put it on?"