<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Stepping out of the Rover she turned to examine the location, thriving with thumping music that seemed to reverberate throughout the entire building. The base of a repetitive beat vibrated under her soles, even at a distance. In her mind she was going through the details, trying to figure out the best approach to a situation. Inside there was a mixed crowd, Human and Vampires. Whether it was a feeding ground for oblivious gazelles who were unaware that they were in the territory of a hungry pride, or suicidal sheep offering themselves for slaughter, was to be determined. She knew they would need to err on the side of caution, be strategic and blend in to obtain what they wanted. Ava wasn’t certain that the Hunter was capable of such finesse, and judging by the way he beamed brightly like a child at Christmas he might have been too eager to exercise patience. But, she was surprised when he joined her at the driver’s side door, brows raising when he didn’t simply suggest running into the vibrant establishment with guns blazing. “He didn’t exactly give an approximation.” And, she didn’t ask, fearful of the questions and concerns that might arise should she demand specifics. “He just said it was a ‘hot spot.’ I’m assuming there’s a good number of them inside.”<br/>
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Closing the door behind her she leaned against the exterior, watching the process for entry as the bouncers admitted guests. They seemed to give preferential treatment to women, the more scantily clad the less time they had to wait behind the velvet rope. Giggling young women in short skirts and revealing dresses were waved to the front, while others simply waited their turn. It made her wonder how easily they would get in, how long they would have to wait before a big, burly man allowed them behind the velvet barrier. “Well, look at you wanting to have a plan and know what you’re getting into. I suppose facing off against a Grunch or two will do that to a man,” she teased with a smirk. Ever since leaving the roadside bar Ava was less guarded, more at ease in his presence despite the realization that their heated encounter was not just unprofessional, but temporary. Wes made it clear that his sole purpose in life was to exact revenge upon the Vampire who slaughtered his family, and that he was willing to die should he see it through. The night they met, he admitted to his plan of going out in a blaze of glory, that there would be nothing left for him when the Coven Leader was no more. With that in mind she was hesitant to indulge in the undeniable lust she felt for him, to let him worm his way into her affection. It would make letting go that much harder . . .<br/>
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She was staring up at him absently as her thoughts strayed from the task at hand, briefly recalling the way his hands traced her curves, gliding along her round hips up to her small waist. The way he nipped at her lips enticingly incited more need, creating an ache that was left unsatisfied and unresolved. Even now she could feel the dull, forbidden yearning, quiet and suppressed by responsibility but surfacing when he smiled. Ava cut her gaze away from him, seamlessly returning to the building across the way. “I have two ideas. One, we try to find an entrance around the back, an exit or fire escape. They’re typically locked but I think we can find a way around it. Two, you let me go in first. I’m not suggesting you stay here, eventually they’ll let you in but those two big guys are keeping the guy to girl ratio pretty uneven. From here, I can’t tell if they’re all Vampire groupies or not, but if they’re unsuspecting I can easily pass as . . . <i>bait</i>.” She wasn’t sure if he would go for it, but she was more inclined to go the route that would draw the least suspicion. <br/>
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“The idea is to get information. Someone here may know something that will help us find Dresden or Scarlett. They’re probably  not going to be your average fledgling going nuts at the bar. They’ll be somewhere discrete or inaccessible to people who aren't swimming in cash-- like the  V.I.P section. Not to discredit your smooth-talk or charm, but I think this is a job for womanly wiles.” She eased off of the exterior, “I won’t be unarmed and I won’t do anything without consulting you first or until you’re inside and can watch my back.” Ava pulled her phone from her pocket. “I can text you . . . You never actually responded when I asked you, but . . . Your phone is capable of messaging, right?” She smirked. <br/>
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