Smoke hung heavy within [i]The Inferno[/i] and the stench of sweat and grim only seemed enhanced by it. Bringing out the subtle hint of death and decay that swirled with it from between the floor cracks. Remains of past brawls wedged between each like a sickening grout between tiles. 

	At the back most corner of the broken down establishment a stage sat that was surrounded floor to ceiling with chain link fence; an obvious barrier to keep the rowdy masses at bay when needed. Upon the stage sat the usual equipment a band would need to perform and said band quickly moved out from behind the door hinged into the wall; the only access point to the stage save a sturdy pair of steel cutters. 

	As the house band, [i]The Taint[/i], took the stage Elisheva picked up a smoldering half ashed cigarette from its resting place against the edge tin ashtray. The butt kissed with crimson lipstick from Sera. Elisheva inhaled deeply, the soft crackle of embers resonating to her ears as the cherry flared up. 

	Dark eyes watched the Fallen one with obvious interest from his seat at the end of the bar. He could have been thought of as rougishly handsome had he cleaned himself up. A strong jawline and chiseled features paired nicely with the muscular physique. Mores the pity it was hidden beneath too worn jeans and a scraggly flannel shirt that had see much better days.

	He stood up, towering slightly over the average patron and pathetically attempted to saunter over to Elisheva with a dastardly grin on his lips. Grasping the mug of warm beer in his mits, he took a long pull as he came up to her; belching slightly as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

	"Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes," he said with a smile tugging at the corner of his features. Elisheva paid him no mind as Sera took a step back and crossed her arms over her chest. "I said.." he began as he was cut off when Elishevas hand quickly cupped his mouth with her hand to silence him.

	"I heard you the first time," she retorted as she held the smoldering butt between her lips. Sera smirked coldly as the man ripped Elishevas hand from his lips and glared angrily towards her. Elisheva could only laugh in icy fashion as her wrist was held tightly in the man's rough grasp.

	"Listen you bitch, I was just being friendly," he snarled as his grip tightened.

	"Oh this is not going to end well," Sera muttered beneath her breath as she reached to the underside of the counter behind her. Her fingers curling against the long leather braided whip that she kept there for when moments such as this reached their inevitable height.