"Gotta admit, Luke. Thought you'd forgotten all about me there for a second."<br/><br/>With an amused chuckle Luke shook his head as he focused back down on the glowing screen of his laptop, perched comfortably in the parking lot it was a welcome escape from the noise and clutter of the club exterior. "My work is art, and art takes time, old friend. Did finally manage to track down something of interest. Tracked down that bow to some dinky little shop over near Shreveport, obviously a fake name, Rusty Shackleford." Luke took a moment to give a small chuckle of amusement, amazed that the very low level ruse actually managed to work. "Not surprised place was shifty to begin with, no questions asked sorta deal long as the money was good. Did manage to get the CCTV footage from that day after some. . .convincing, it's grainy but it'll work. Some dirty blonde asshole, big tattoo on his forearm very hard to miss. Camera's watching the parking lot were even shittier than the ones inside, couldn't make out plates but was a black truck with a bed cover anyway. Date on the footage was about seven months back."<br/><br/>"Well, suppose that's better than nothing." There was an obvious amused huff from Dresden as he spoke on the other end of the line. "Send me over the footage, I'll tell the boys what to be on the look out for. You find him before they do don't hesitate, none of that stupid dragged out 'I got you" bullshit you like to pull. You put a bullet in his skull and that's the end of it."<br/><br/>Luke practically roared with laughter as he beamed from ear to ear, giving an overexagerted sigh as he shrugged to himself, glancing out the window of his<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fimgur.com%2Fa%2FIvnI1MF&amp;hash=2a82280a4367eca9d46c780c9ea57307" href="http://imgur.com/a/IvnI1MF" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"> Baby</a>for a moment as he observed the crowded line of party goers still trying to gain entrance. "You're hurting my Feelings there, Drezzy boy. Taking all the fun out of this. Way you made it seem this boy was supposed to put up a fight, what makes you think he's just gonna let me up and put a bullet in 'em?"<br/><br/>"Because if you do your<i>fuckin </i>Job right he won't even see you coming. I want this done right, Luke. I've got some real big plans in the works here and I don't want to have any unexpected problems throwing a wrench in them." That playful tone in Dresdens tone had changed dramatically, and even through the speakers of the call, Luke could feel the icy bite of his words. It made that smile disappear quickly as he cleared his throat for a moment and gave a few nods. "Alright alright, I'll get it done. Tell your boys what to look for and I'll be in touch if I have anything new." Luke was quick to end the call afterwards, grumbling a bit under his breath about The Man being such a hardass before shutting his laptop and lightly tossing it over to The Passenger seat. It was amazing how quickly the great mood he'd been in practically all week had been soured by a few words. Ah well, nothing a few drinks and a beautiful woman couldn't solve after an hour or two, right? Luke let Dresdens icy words slide off his back as he opened up the driver door and made his way out, cutting through the rows of parked cars and right passed the long line of party goers. With his head down he scrolled through his phone, searching for the screenshots from the store footage to send to Dresden and just about to hit send when he released a grunt of surprise as he bumped right into another distracted body.<br/><br/>"Ah shit, I'm sorry, mate."<br/><br/>Luke turned quickly to meet The One he'd collided with, arm outstretched to pat his shoulder as Wes gave him a hearty chuckle and shook his head, returning the gesture as he assured him no harm had been done. "<i>Nah nah, my fault. Hard to keep focus with so many pretty faces distractin' ya. Right?" </i>He offered that sly little grin, eyes glancing over to the plethora of finely dressed Women ready to dance the night away and indulge. Luke gave an amused huff, almost matching the grin completely as he turned his attention to them as well, completely forgetting his task as he slipped his phone back into his pocket with a few nods. "Very true, friend. Very true." The variety was more...exquisite than usual on that night, the overwhelming scent of exotic perfumes and suggestive outfits made deciding just which flavor of the night to choose, but Luke was sure he'd enjoy trying to make that decision without complaint. However among those scents, his attention was caught on The Gentleman he'd bumped into, causing him to raise a brow.<br/><br/>It was faint, overwhelmed by the colognes and perfumes that were worn by the nearby guests as well as The Alcohol already on The Mans breath. To the less initiated it would have gone completely unnoticed, but immediately Luke could tell he belonged to the same curse of blood as himself. "Don't believe I've ever seen you around here." Luke questioned, eyes glancing over Wes' appearance. Wearing his black Jacket his torso was covered at least up to the neck, so he wouldn't be able to see any "stripes" so to speak, but it obviously wasn't one of Dresdens boys, none of them would have dared to go against his commands by hiding their marks. His eyes scanned his face, taking note of the now well trimmed Dirty Blonde Hair and beard. "Passing through town? Don't see any stripes on ya." He questioned once again. It was extremely strange, it wasn't unheard of for "loners" to wander about, but so deep into a well known Covens territory?<br/><br/><i>"Ah, you could say that. Word of mouth says this is the place to get the finest <b>drinks </b>in town." </i>Wes replied knowingly, eyes taking a moment to meet his. Though he still showed a relaxed outward demeanor, he took great care to make sure his pulse and breathing remained calm, eyes still glancing about absent mindedly on occasion as if he was just taking in the sights, enjoying the muffled song that tried to make it passed the walls. Wes could smell the same scent on Luke as well, his mind had wandered after he had received Ava's text that she had safely made it inside and his attention was on the door when he'd accidently bumped into him.<i>"This <b>is </b>the right place, right?" </i>He offered his own questions, trying to draw the suspicion off of himself. He'd seen it in Luke's eyes, how he'd I.D'd him as a fellow Vampire almost immediately. Something that showed just how dangerous he could be, Wes was so used to swatting down fledglings like flies he'd almost forgotten just what a "blooded" Vampire was capable of. Though at least for the moment, it would seem Luke would drop his sudden interest.<br/><br/>"Aye, this is the place. A word of advice, from one fellow "stray" to another, my friend." Luke chuckled, bringing an arm over Wes's shoulders and giving a strong pat that caused him to give a bit of a wince as it hit one of his recently bandaged wounds. "Guys that "run" this joint, they're a bit....on the testy side. You can have any pick of the flock you desire, but make sure one of em' didn't have their eyes on it first, yeah? These boys don't like to share." Luke offered a toothy grin, and one more strong pat as he nodded to The Gentleman and began to make his way to the door, with one glance from The Bouncers they immediately allowed him in as Wes watched him disappear within the sea of flashing lights and loud music.<br/><br/>Wes breathed a sigh of relief, rubbing his now sore shoulder for a moment or two before making his way into the line, shooting off a text to Ava that he'd be in soon, and pausing for a moment before deciding to fill her in on his little encounter. Though he was sure she'd found out on her own already that these weren't ordinary run of the mill cannon fodder, the presence of such a blooded individual there did fill him with concern, was this just a simple meeting place? A little get together spot for their kind to let off some steam or was there something even darker going on behind those flashing lights and dancing bodies? It didn't matter, at least for now. His attention focused to the task at hand, finding information that would lead them one step close to Scarlett, and perhaps Dresden. Wes once again inhaled deeply and calmed himself, flashing a small smile to the women ahead of him in line as they turned and whispered amongst themselves, and ignoring the look of disdain the men they'd come with flashed his way.<br/><br/>It must have taken ages, well, at least by Wes' standards before he finally started to move forward in line, unable to help himself when he passed the time by carefully aiming his phone camera between the standing bodies to the bouncers at the door and taking a picture.<b>You ever watch those old He-Man Cartoons? Remember Beast Man? </b>Wes grinned to himself as he hit send and shook his head, sliding the phone back into his pocket before finally a few moments later, the same nostalgic figure would motion over to him, unhooking the ropes and allowing him entry as Wes tried his best not to smirk or cackle as he walked passed him. The<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fyoutu.be%2FBf9AgX4Ixs4&amp;hash=e9fcbc80f5504b01238bdc4ba6a5c4ef" href="https://youtu.be/Bf9AgX4Ixs4" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"> Music</a>assaulted his senses immediately, along with the many other voices and sound of drinks being clinked together as he made his way inside, carefully making his way passed bodies as he sent one final text informing Ava he was finally inside, eyes glancing over to The V.I.P section by the DJ Booth. Once he'd caught sight of The Men she spoke of, it didn't take him long to get distracted once his eyes found her. Maybe she was secretly a Witch, that had to be the only explanation for the spell she had placed him under. How even in this crowded room of bodies, she somehow managed to be the only one he saw.<br/><br/>He simply gave her a nod, not wishing to make it obvious they knew eachother as he began to make his way over to The Bar area, scooting his way in and getting a perfect view of The Booth along with where she stood. His eyes also began to scan for The Man he'd bumped into outside, despite his friendly demeanor, he was someone he didn't wish to run into again, at least not tonight....not with her there. He found his mind racing once again, the taste of her lips still tingling on his own, the way her body pressed perfectly into his own, the way he could fall into her eyes forever. And how it would never be allowed to happen, Ava was a Hunter. And Wes, Wes just so happened to be prey she hadn't discovered yet, despite those wishes he knew this partnership wasn't destined to last. He had tried to come to terms with it, realistically, after she had served her usefulness and Dresden lay dead by his hand. That was it. That had to be it. Fate demanded it. Those dreams of a quiet Sunday morning in bed, embraced in each others arms with that beautiful smile and laugh to warm his soul as they got lost in a sea of words. It was just that, a dream, a dream that was destined to never come to fruition. It brought a heavy heave from him as he leaned forward again the counter and felt that sting in the center of his chest...all well, nothing a few drinks and some good old fashioned "information gathering" wouldn't solve, right?