by Sly Sat Mar 24, 2018 11:46 pm
The evening had settled over Edolas, one of the places that was associated with De Fiore. Someone with a lot of money to his name wanted to host a party of some sorts here, and it was rather unfortunate that it turned out to be one of those with many people dancing to the DJ sitting in the front stage. The dancing arena was packed with a number of dancers, the heavy beating of music rippling through the walls and drumming into anyone's chest, as they moved almost in sync to it. Anyone could try and scream, but the loud techno that was blaring from the speakers would drown them out almost instantly. It did give him a lot of trouble, especially if he was here to serve as one of the mixers. Everyone had to lean really close to him and shout in his ear what they wanted to order.
Of course, there was a reason Sly wanted to be here. And at this specific time. This was where that predator would be lurking, looking for a woman or two to drug out and steal from the party. And it had been going on for a long time as well. For a number of years, whenever a party was being hosted in Edolas, this unknown man would show up and spike a woman's drink. Once drugged, he would take her away for who knows what. And he seemed to know when to throw them back out on the street, because none of them seemed to remember what happened. Only a couple of weeks later, they would find themselves pregnant and their life ruined. And to complicate things, he would only take one or two women to avoid suspicion from authorities. No matter how many warning signs that were plastered around in every party ever since, who would ever pay any heed to them after a few drinks?
Sly almost asked Lexia if she wanted anything to drink until he realised she finally showed up. The bar had been this busy. He nodded to her then beckoned her to lean closer, and lend an ear. I will make this brief. In this party, there is a predator, looking to spike a lady's drink. Find him without causing a ruckus here, and take his wallet. He then nodded, parting from her with a smile. One Citrus Sting coming up! He grabbed a Hurricane glass, hanging from the rack and started to mix several pieces of lemon, lime and a dash of a fizzy orange soda before serving it to Lex. He gave her a hand sign, that it is not alcoholic.
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Rafael sat upon a bar stool, right next to a beautiful lass, chatting her up with a smile. He was tanned, with black hair tied to a ponytail, and a moustache. Rafael was also wearing a white coat, trying to be as plain as possible. In his peripheral, he saw another lass. A black haired girl talking with the bartender. Their conversation was... strangely long. But he quickly took no note of it when the girl before him laughed. In her hand, she was clutching a Martini with a spiral of orange peel. He only needed her to bring it a bit closer, before he could perform his sleight-of-hands trick...
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