Soon after Eve had scooted in to accommodate the oriental-looking woman, a young man entered the speakeasy and after a quick survey of the place, found the three women and angled his way through the crowd toward their booth. As he got closer, she recognized him as the man-boy from the night before who seemed to slide into a leadership role quite easily. Her mind brought up an image of him helping to haul the lid of the box open and looking a little  pale at seeing the lead lining of the box. She winced and shook her head a little as he sat down to join them in a chair he swiped from a table. The former cop paused as she lifted the mug up toward her mouth again, her gaze returning to the woman speaking, mentioning the rough night before. She snorted in derision and pulled out her cell phone. "I doubt anyone is here to celebrate the job we did last night, or am I the only one who can't remember how she got home last night?"<br/><br/>Eve glanced from the oriental woman, to the redhead on her other side and then directly across at the young man sitting at the table with them. "You'll have to remind me of your names, I can't seem to pull them up from last night's fiasco, but I suspect I'm not the only one to get a 'summons' from the mysterious Tyler Wells?" She asked after having turned her screen to her texts and holding it out for them to see the random numbers, which were presumably theirs, and then the signature line on the text message summoning Eve to the speakeasy. Her bandaged hand clenched around her mug and she drained it quickly, the burn of both warm coffee and alcohol trailing down her throat to relax her frayed nerves.