[h3][color=violet]Victoria[/color][/h3]

It was clear to Victoria that this man – Amir, did he say? – didn't think much of her. Could she blame him? Not really, but she didn't particularly appreciate it regardless. Taking a glance at the decanter sitting on the table, she decided to give him some food for thought.

Wearing her best poker face, Victoria observed Amir closely, as if a predator sizing up its prey. She concentrated on the decanter as she has become so used to doing, urging it to levitate above the table. Tipping over, the decanter carefully poured its contents into a glass, before gently returning to the table. Now the glass began to move, flying gracefully into Victoria's waiting hand.

Noting Amir's reaction to her demonstration, she took a sip of the drink. Swallowing, she stared at the glass, failing to mask the surprise in her expression. [i][color=violet]"This is... [b]much[/b] better than what Sonny would usually serve at the bar, even to those who asked for the best brew he had. He must really like this Amir,"[/color][/i] she mused.

Finally, she spoke. [color=violet]"In my opinion, getting paid off by the authorities is foolish. Sure, you get paid handsomely – assuming they don't arrest you anyways. But then you're back to the drawing board, with no job all the while. And rebuilding a reputation, finding more work... that takes more effort than it's worth. So in that respect, you don't need to worry about my loyalty."[/color]

After a brief pause, she continued, [color=violet]"As for your offer... I note that you haven't actually told us anything. However, it certainly seems to me that Sonny trusts you, and I see no reason to question his judgement. So... I'm in. You may call me [b]Angel,[/b]"[/color] she finished, with the slightest hint of an amused smirk at the door, in the general direction of where Sonny surely was now, working the bar. Leaning back, Victoria took another sip from her glass, waiting for the final girl to speak.