The sky was dark over Los Angeles. It almost felt darker than any other night during the summer. Elizabella had been walking the streets for about an hour. She wasn't due to meet anyone and there was no pending business that she had to rush off to. She was feeling rather cruel this night. These were the feelings she was best to keep away from the headquarters or anything that could be tied there. So she continued walking to the outskirts of the city.

She had been told about a bar that had very few customers that was out of the way. She decided that tonight she would go there. She wore her best fitting black skirt with a black top to match. Her shoes were flat and she didn't bother with a purse. There was no sense taking anything with her besides some money for a drink or two. She slid her hands into the light jacket she had remembered to grab before she rushed out the door, she patted the pockets to make sure the money was still there. Satisfied that it was still in place she took a quick glance around her and saw the place she was looking for.

It looked like a regular house with a man standing outside. To some this would be a sign of someone who was important enough to need protection from harmful people but Elizabella had been informed better. This was the bouncer. She straightened her back and walked straight up to him.

"Could you direct me to the stairs, darling?"

She could see him sizing her up. It would only be a few seconds until he deemed her safe enough to allow down the cellar stairs. He motioned her through as he stepped back to show the cellar doors already wide open for the guests of the evening. Without hesitation, Elizabella walked down the steps and into the cellar.

It was a dimly lit area, with a bar at the farthest corner that was set up. She could see a few groups of people here and there so she walked towards the bar. She could feel the stares as a small smile played upon her lips. This was Elizabella's game, she'd wait out the one that was brave enough to make the first move. In the meantime she settled on ordering a drink of homemade wine and perching on the bar stool, shooting the occasional look around while she sipped her drink.

Elizabella had sat for what felt like an hour and was on her second drink when a tall man walked up behind her. Licking her lips to give it a bit of a glossier look to them as she turned her head towards him. She smiled upwards and took a good long look. He was taller than her by a foot, and he looked to be rather strong. Tonight he choose a dark pair of slacks with a white shirt that looked crisp. She didn't recognize him but he certainly looked like a challenge for what she had in store.

"What brings you in here tonight little lady?" He asked her.

"Oh you know, sometimes a girl just needs a good strong drink darling. Did you want to sit down for awhile?"

Her smile widened as he took a seat next to her. As they sat they began to talk of the usual stuff that bored her to tears like jobs, children, government, but she acted as though they were the most interesting things. The next few hours flew by in conversation and drinks. Once she felt that she had enough and could no longer pretend the pleasant conversation topics were interesting, she leaned in close towards him. Her hand on his arm as she spoke just loud enough for them to hear.

"Did you want to get out of here darling? Find something more interesting to do?"

Leaning back enough to watch the reaction she could tell he felt pleased with himself. Elizabella was excellent at reading people and she knew that he had already fallen for the lure, even if he had yet to accept it.