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

[Center] [b]Day 3[/b]
[I]{One Night in Hell Nightclub| 4 P.M. }[/i][/center]

She didn’t like being snubbed like that. But she held her tongue, rolled her eyes and went back to her drink, smoke, and pitted conversation. 

Masha frowned a little when Darius announced that he was leaving, but she didn't think that it carried much more than disappointment of losing a nice conversation partner. “I'll be sure to keep you informed,” she said with confident smile. And she meant that two fold. She would keep him informed on the club. But she would also be getting in touch with him for less professional reasons. And she was sure he knew that. 

“Don't do anything I wouldn't do,” she said with a teasing, kinda sounding tipsy laugh. She wasn't really [i]that [/i] tipsy. But she was on her second drink here, let alone the wine from lunch, and her other addictions. So she was not sober. But she was plenty sober enough to deal with Cortes. 

Turning to him, she put out the end of her latest cigarette and gave him a smile that was edged with teeth. "Now, let's get started."