It was quite clear to the demon that the anonymous blonde was still embarrassed at her faux pas of losing her footing and stumbling to the floor.  Although she struggled with tears, she appeared to have the potential for more waterworks under control.  Now that he could return his undivided attention back to the brunette, Zuureth smoothed his ruffled shirt first.  It was a shirt that was receiving quite a bit of attention lately, as he now felt a firm grip on its collar.<br/><br/>"What the hell did you do to her?"  an unfamiliar person forcefully inquired.  Zuureth didn’t recognize the voice, though he should have, as it belonged to Sirus.  It would not be a stretch by any means to say that everyone in the bar knew who Sirus was.  And Zuureth was no different, although he didn’t know him personally, he knew of him.  "I asked you stranger what you did."  Sirus persisted.  This unwanted attention in turn attracted the attention of the blonde woman, who interjected on the demon’s behalf.<br/><br/>Musical chairs were evidently being played by the quartet, as Sirus released the collar and now faced the blonde.  His questions of whether she was drunk and what she’d been drinking were met with confusion.  Zuureth truly wondered how was it possible that she’d been drinking yet didn’t know what drunk meant.  He assumed the woman consumed more than two drinks, if her stagger and fall were anything to go by.  Her inebriation changed everything, as Sirus lost all interest in the demon and the brunette.  Just as well, too, as he noticed Orias inching closer to the apparent, but now defused, confrontation.<br/><br/>Okay then, Zuureth thought, so the brunette’s name is Bridget, based on what Sirus just called her.  It was typical of this bar and its clientele that with all the depraved fun he’d experienced with the brunette, he would learn her name from someone other than herself.  He attributed this to the nature of the encounters, which usually resulted in mostly one-night stands.  Names weren’t necessary.  Besides, did anyone really reveal their true names?  Why would anyone consciously wish to do that?<br/><br/>Sirus soon vanished into the crowd with the blonde female in tow.  Pity he never blurted out her name, Zuureth lamented.  Chances were fair to good that Bridget knew the blonde’s name, but he dared not ask her about it.  The woman was upset enough; there was no way he would put flame to that brewing powder keg.<br/><br/>Looking at her with no trace of emotion, Zuureth then smiled and questioned, “So how does room 4-1-3 sound to you about now?”  Bridget grinned wickedly before purring, “I thought you’d never fucking ask.  Your little playtime with that blonde bimbo is gonna cost you, mister.  You’ll have to do me at least twice now.”  On their way to the allotted room, Bridget’s destiny patiently awaited.