Unlike a few nights before, Morgan didn't shiver as she passed by the two body guards. They were simply doing their jobs, and she had nothing to hide. The last thing she wanted was for them to suspect she was trying to sabotage the club and kick her out, or worse. As determined as Elias had been to fuck that all up, Morgan hadn't been informed that Lydia didn't want to work together. In fact, she hadn't heard the vampire woman at all over the past three days. Not that the Enforcer considered it a bad thing, but it also wasn't exactly a<i>good </i>thing. It meant that either Lydia had found out nothing new or that the information was too sensitive to share across a note. They couldn't venture out at the same times, and Morgan had been too tired to come back on her own after doing research over the symbol, the killer, and everything else she now had to worry about. Doing this alone was hard, but perhaps Izzy's presence would help ease everything... not to mention the large amounts of alcohol that Lydia had no doubt planned for them.<br/><br/>Said vampire club owner was already waiting for them as the two undercover Enforcers entered. Morgan had to<i>really </i>make sure that she wasn't staring at Lydia, for the woman was wearing a dress that dipped into dangerous territory on the front and back. Lydia clearly wanted to be appreciated and looked at by everyone in the club, and Morgan was ready to indulge her, and she was completely sober.<i>Not good at all, Morgan. </i>She'd need a few drinks to settle the feeling... or amplify it. She couldn't tell.<br/><br/>The Enforcer swallowed hard and shifted her hands in her pockets, giving the vampire a nod as they stepped closer to her. She didn't want to speak yet, because she wasn't sure what she was going to say if she stupidly opened her mouth.<br/><br/>Izzy, who had been looking all around the Coven, turned her brown eyes on Lydia. A smile appeared on her lips, but it wasn't the goofy smile from this morning. It was a smooth, suave, almost seductive smile, and Izzy gave a little curtsy, her skirt brushing across her shapely legs. For being short, she still had a strong set of legs, ones that any patron of the Coven could appreciate.<br/><br/>"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Cleur. My name is Isabella, but you can call me Izzy,” she said, voice just a hint lighter than normal. Morgan, knowing her history at the Silver Steed, could easily see the slip into character, and she didn't think the facade could completely fool Lydia as well, but hopefully the vampire could appreciate that Morgan brought someone better than Elias.<br/><br/>The two female Enforcers followed Lydia to an empty table, though Morgan was sure the entire Coven would have cleared out with just a word from Lydia. As disarming as her appearance was, she still held the commanding air of an older vampire. Morgan didn't<i>actually </i>know how old Lydia was, and she didn't think it was polite to ask.<br/><br/>They sat down, and Morgan placed both hands on the table, fingers folding over themselves. Drinks would give them the appearance of regular old human patrons, though they were sitting with Lydia of all people, so that didn't help matters. "I'm sorry to say that I don't have much that's new," she started, keeping her voice low. She glanced over at Izzy, but the other Enforcer's eyes were on the patrons talking to one another in other tables. Already, she was doing her job without seeming like she was inspecting them.<i>Impressive. Maybe I can ask the Commander to replace Elias with her. </i><br/><br/>The thought was shot down immediately; she and Elias were good friends, but she was going to need Izzy's ability to lay low on this case. That, and the Enforcer seemed like she'd be able to hold her liquor, which would serve her well in a club.<br/><br/>"What about you?" She prayed that Lydia had better informants than she did, and that the vampires around Onyxport actually knew something about the killer that she didn't.