[H2][Center]☽[color=99004d]Masha [/color]☾[/center][/h2]

[Center] [b]Day 3[/b]
[I]{One Night in Hell Nightclub| 3 P.M. }[/i][/center]

Masha looked at Crotes with a look that was close to freezing. “I’m sure she has very good reasons for calling out if she’s stayed this long working for you,” she said flatly. She wasn’t certain that he knew it was her that had been with Nikki the night before when he’d sent his men to attack her, but he didn’t need to know that just now. Or maybe even ever. But she was sure he’d find that out sooner rather than later. She could keep things separate, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have a habit of flirting. “Well it may take a bit more than that,” she murmured as she took a sip of her drink.

She watched Darius turn, turning to look as well at the newcomer, looking them over with her own appraising eye. She couldn’t sense the power like Darius could, but she was good enough at looking most people over to know when she might be out matched. And while, socially, she was sure she was equal, there was something about her that made even Masha feel very out classed. The Fox tensing next to her only helped confirmed that.

She placed a small hand on his arm, only for a moment before she straightened up and smiled invitingly. “Come on over, we don’t bite,” she said with a little purr almost, gesturing the commer over to the bar with her cigarette free hand.