Ugh, god... these are so fucking good... I take another drink and sip down my second Lemon Drop of the night. I don't hear quite as much moaning or screaming as in our last venue, but considerably less competitors are present -- the cream of the crop, as it were. I hear some scuffling and drowned out bickering from outside the kitchen/bar area, and I pay no mind. As much I would love crushing them myself, if they'd rather off themselves this early, who am I to interfere? Besides, I've got my sights set on Lyanna if or whenever she arrives; I can deal with picking off whoever's left once I've resolved things with LP.
"Look who they let in here..." I look over my shoulder as I set down my nearly-depleted martini glass on the bar behind me. About time... I turn to see Lyanna in a gorgeous-yet-fight-minded black cocktail dress. I smirk and look her up and down, adrenaline starting to kick in, urging me to tear her hair out and slam her against the counter top between us. I can tell it'd be easy too... her face is already blushed red, possibly from some pre-funk imbibing. Lyanna tries to look cool by hawking a random glass of wine, sipping it, then dropping it off at another table. Oh come on, what does she think she's in, a John Woo movie?
I'm almost ready to leap over the counter and begin pummeling my rival when Panther arrives out of the blue, startling the both of us with her stealthy interruption. "What do uh, you want?" I ask somewhat perplexed. She pitches her idea to create an allegiance in order to get a leg up on the competition. I take one look at Lyanna and she shoots the same stare back at me. A smile crosses both of our faces and a little head nod signals that we're both on the same page as one another... We go in on Panther, her cute little broken English protesting as we restrain her arms, wrapping her up so that we can both slam her hard onto a nearby table!
