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[center][color=#FA66FF][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Rusty Halo • [color=#FA66FF][b]Time:[/b][/color] Dusk[/center]
[center][color=#FA66FF][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Club go-ers, the club's owner • [color=#FA66FF][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] N/A[/center]
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[color=#FA66FF]"No."[/color]

[color=silver]"Aw, come on, baby. Just one little dance."[/color]

With a roll of her eyes, the young woman grabbed a glass and poured herself three fingers of Patron. The man was one of many who took a chance on propositioning her, but it never ended well for any of them. She could never truly figure out which part of herself screamed that she was available for anything other than pouring their alcohol and taking their money. Letting out a small breath of annoyance, she wrapped her fingers from her left hand around her glass and raised it to her mouth. The feel of sticky flesh against the back of her right arm made her pause. Bright blue eyes slowly moved from the sight in front of them, down to the sickly pale phalanges that gripped her tanned skin. They flashed dangerously as they trailed up the digits to the owner's face. A snarl of her top lip accompanied the look of absolute hatred across her face.

Her palm itched to grab for the dagger strapped around the inside of her right calf. One swift movement would be all that it would take to rid this man of his crusty fingers. Slowly lowering her glass back to the bar, her head tilted a bit to the side. The snarl of her lips eased into a small smirk as the expression on her face gently softened. She moved her body until her ample chest rested against the edge of the bar, her cleavage spilling out of the top of her black tank top. Her face neared the man's until she could smell the putrid odor of cheap vodka on his breath. The mortal was too drunk or dumb, possibly both, to even bother to move away from her approach.

[color=#FA66FF]"Better yet, why don't we get out of here?"[/color] Her voice was low and melodic, almost flirtatious. She watched as the man's face lit up in obvious victory. Idiot. Keeping her eyes on him as he released her and stumbled happily to the door, her face hardened once more. [color=#FA66FF]"I'll be back,"[/color] she said to the other bar hand.

[color=tan]"The hell you will,"[/color] came from the back storage room's entrance.

A huff of annoyance left her parted lips as her hands clenched into fists. She turned her face to view her boss, the owner of the club. [color=#FA66FF]"I wasn't-"[/color]

[color=tan]"Yes, you were,"[/color] he replied. [color=tan]"I don't need another guy with missing fingers threatening to sue me, or any cop poking his nose into my business. Get your ass back to work, I'm not paying you to maim my customers."[/color] The man shook his head at her. [color=tan]"Fucking psycho,"[/color] he muttered, before moving back into the storeroom. 

Goosebumps flared across her exposed skin as she watched her boss walk away from her. Her head tilted to the side, causing her long multi-colored hair to fall off of her shoulders and hang in gentle waves. A soft grin tugged at the corners of her lips. Turning on her heel, she made her way back to the bar and over to her glass that still sat undisturbed on the counter. She grabbed the container and quickly downed the tequila in one shot before grabbing her black leather jacket from the back counter. Ignoring the drink requests from the stragglers in their chairs, the woman made her way to the back door of the building and let herself out.

The sight of her boss tossing empty boxes into the back-alley dumpster caught her attention. Taking a quick glance around, she took a step in his direction. The soles of her black boots muffled the sound of her footsteps hitting the gravel. Slowly slipping her arms into her jacket, she pulled her hair up into a loose bun and secured it with a band from around her wrist. The man in front of her never left her sight as she reached around her back, pulling a bloodrune blade from the inside of her leather pants. With her free hand, she grabbed a small pendant from the loose cords around her neck and broke it open before shoving it against her nostril, quickly inhaling the dust from within. 

Her entire body buzzed as the drug instantly took effect. With a deadly smirk, she darted forward with inhuman speed and jumped up on the tall man's back, her toned legs wrapping themselves around his waist. It only took one swing of her arm before the entirety of her blade sunk deep into her boss's chest, right where his disgusting canine heart lay. She held onto his body as the man fell to his knees, only releasing when he face-planted the ground. Rolling her eyes, she stepped beside the man and pushed the side of his body with the bottom of her foot, forcing the dying Lycan onto his back. 

Squatting down beside him, she reached down and freed her snake-dagger from the inside of her calf. A smirk was spread across her face as she reached forward with her free hand for the man's mouth. Squeezing the sides of his lips, his tongue jutted out in response. Her eyes flashed with amusement before bringing her blade down, watching as the edge swiftly sliced through the muscle. The end of his tongue fell to the ground beside the body. Leaning down to his ear, she placed a small kiss on his lobe and whispered, [color=#FA66FF]"you should really watch your tongue around women, puppy."[/color]

Straightening, she tilted her head and kept her eyes on his own as she watched the light finally flicker out of his eyes. Her blue eyes danced in the moonlight. [color=#FA66FF]"The Butcher sends her regards."[/color] Sable used the man's shirt to wipe his blood from her most favorited blade before yanking the other blade from his chest, in turn wiping it clean as well. She pushed herself to her feet and returned the blades back to their holsters before turning once more down the alleyway, disappearing into the darkness.