Kiara had lost her partner again. One moment, they were walking through 'Sin City', the next, Maeve was gone. Kiara glanced around dumbly for a few moments, before sighing. When she tried to reach out to Maeve, with her mind, to get an idea where she was, Kiara found herself blocked off from her partner. A useful thing that she made Maeve learn when her...promiscuity, became far to much of an annoyance. It was awkward, to say the least, to know your partner is sleeping with someone because they don't know how to block off their thoughts. Now though, it was an irritation. "I swear. If I find her in a bar, trying to sweet talk her way into another girl's pants, I'm to kick her ass all through this city!" Her shadow, decidedly masculine and not at all like her body, made a snickering motion. Kiara glared at him. 

"Shut up Eric! You're going to be searching for her too. Well, where do you think she's going to be? No! Come on. She has money, and time to kill. Come on...I know you can figure it out..There we go! Now go start searching." At the end of her conversation(for which everyone who couldn't hear Eric gave her looks for), her shadow(Eric) darted off towards the nearest bar in one direction, while Kiara herself went in the other. It shouldn't be too hard to find her partner. Any Bar was good enough for Maeve, and thus, the first one was the one she'd go in. While she walked, idly scanning for any neon signs that screamed the presence of a bar, the crowds of Las Vegas parted around her.

In any other city, she would have stood out, covered in black from head to toe as she was. But, this was Las Vegas. Compared the sheer amount of people and the sheer amount of strangeness in the city, she was rather mild. Here, a street performer in nothing more than leather pants and a leather vest was swallowing fire. There, a group of people who looked like they had more metal piercings on their faces than skin, and were decked out in black(similarly metal covered) leather jackets and gloves and boots and clothes in general. There was another group of people, heading to a costume party. Or at least, Kiara hoped they were. She didn't want to think about the other possibilities. The point was, given the other oddities around her, Kiara blended rather well. 

As it turned out, Kiara didn't find Maeve. Maeve found Kiara. The Celtic woman walked out of a bar, an arm around a giggling girl that couldn't have been more than 21. "Eric. If found her. Come back." Kiara ordered testily, before making a beeline for her partner. She caught the last few words of Maeve sweet talking the girl into sleeping with her. Not that hard as the girl was quite obviously drunk. Very, very drunk. "-'ll be fun! Just your beautiful self and me,a room all to ourselves, a soft bed, maybe a pair of cuffs.." The girl giggled again, blushing. Before Maeve could continue, Kiara walked up and grabbed her by the collar of her jacket. "Excuse us. My partner and I have something to discuss." She said politely, before dragging the taller Asylum off while the drunk girl blinked in surprise, before shrugging and turning back into the bar.

"Oh, come on!" Maeve complained, not resisting as she was dragged away. "It wouldn't have taken long! 20, 25 minutes, tops!" Kiara stopped, staring at her coldly. "You've spent all your money, haven't you?" Maeve fidgeted. "Well..if you'd have given me all of my money brought on the trip-" Kiara cut her off. "We made a deal. I control your money, for your own good, and so you don't end up begging money from me so you can feed your alcoholism and addiction." Maeve looked indignant, and began to defend herself. "Okay, one: you cheated to get that deal from me! I was drunk, my decision making was at an all time low! Second: I do not have alcoholism,! I can go as long as I want without alcohol. It's just that I prefer to be drinking when I'm not hunting down very nasty people who can kill me. Also, it's not an addiction! I just happen to like the company of lovely women when I'm not on AMRO business." 

Kiara raised an eyebrow, clearly disbelieving the last claims. Meanwhile Eric finally arrived and settled off to the side to watch the fun. "Drunk or not, you made the deal and vowed it on your namesake. You have to abide by it and I'm keeping a firm grip on the money we have with us. You're an alcoholic, just one with a very high tolerance. And if you don't have an addiction, I don't know what an addiction is!" Kiara took a deep breath through her nose. "Regardless, we [i]are[/i] on AMRO business. Didn't you listen to me while I explained, or were you to busy flirting with that flight attendant? You know, the one who rejected your advances at ever turn." From Maeve's dark look, she did remember. Kiara smiled. "Come on, lets head to the square or plaza or whatever it's called. Maybe we'll find who were working with."