Catalina grimaced a bit as she stood. 

"I'm fine." The lie was sour in her mouth, but she didn't want any more undue attention on her when there were other, more important things,  needing it. Emily had a speech to give, and a hotel full of guests and partygoers to attend to.

"At least I will be. Nothing a stiff drink and a dance wouldn't cu-" 

The second shot sounded, and everyone froze for a moment. 

​​​​​​"Once less problem, right?" She said, trying on a smile as they all filed out of the room and emerged into the hallway. As they rounded a corner, a stairwell door opened and Raine stepped through it, with yet another fellow Catalina didn't recognize. A few meaningful looks were exchanged between Mr. Pavanno and the fellow accompanying Raine, but an even longer one was passed between Raine, the Lady of Chicago, and her Right Hand. 

"Hello, you," she smiled at Orchid, who had arrived with Philli. "Fancy meeting you here. Want to dance? I'd ask Raine, but I think that's brain matter on his collar," she whispered. 

Raine fought off the sickening feeling that sat in the pit of his stomach. He rubbed his hands together roughly, trying to hide the fact that they were trembling slightly. Taking long strides he covered the distance of the hallway and rushed up the stairs. There was a good chance that no one in the ballroom heard the gunshots over the music and chatter but on the off chance they did it would be his job to head off any panic.

He kicked at the door with a heavy heel, swinging it open with out breaking stride. He caught eyes with Catalina first, a slight flash of guilt working its way into the back of his mind. Blinking the thoughts away a few times he gave a soft look at Miss Renfroe, letting her know that it was all taken care of without actually saying the words. 

“Fancy meeting you guys here.” He said dryly.

Devlin walked in behind Raine, his eyes were now soft as he looked at his boss. The wounds that he had since sustained at the hands of those bastards were not a problem anymore, he nodded in thanks to Emily. 

He had nothing else to say, this was all a bit too much for what was supposed to be a nice gathering of partners, a celebration. It had turned into a huge clusterfuck and he knew his boss could not in any way return to the party like this, it would raise eyebrows and questions would be asked. 

Charlie looked back at his associate, a small smile making his ways to his lips as he bowed his head. Trying to stand to his feet, he struggled a little before Devlin stepped forward, supporting him in the way only he knew how. 

"Come on you idiot, let's get you up and get you some rest. Wouldn't want ya to suffer now, would we?"

Charlie scowled, there was no heat behind it. This time at the very least, he looked at Catalina, Raine, and Emily. Thanking them for the support that they gave him at the time. 

"When you want to move on that bastard Raine, make sure you give me a call. The little Miggy doesn't get away with this, enjoy the rest of the night. If you can lad."

Devlin chuckled, moving with Charlie as they both made their way out of her. So they could rest up, still, revenge was on their minds and it would not be curbed. This had to be answered.