Desrochers had sent Milady a ticket to the Black Christmas feast, but no information or specific objective. Whether that was his incompetence or a desire for her to fail, she wasn't sure. She'd chosen to stand out, rich blue stark against black lace and thigh high boots accentuating shapely legs. The more people focused on her body, the less they'd suspect she was discreetly watching everyone and everything.
She stepped away from the bar taking a sip from a black cocktail, then stopped short before she bumped into someone. "Sorry. I should be paying more attention where I'm walking."
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Date: 2016-12-09 12:02 am (UTC)She stepped away from the bar taking a sip from a black cocktail, then stopped short before she bumped into someone. "Sorry. I should be paying more attention where I'm walking."