"Suit yourself," Lydia said, removing the half-empty bottle from the desk and tucking it away. Morgan refused the wine again, and Lydia had no intention of forcing her to drink. Actually, with the way things were going, it wouldn't be anywhere near "forcing" - all it would take was a little more persistence. In any case, it didn't take much of the drink to affect Morgan, so it hardly mattered. The Enforcer said she needed to be "clear of thought", but that only made Lydia wonder exactly how "clear" she was in the first place. Lydia chuckled again.<i>Poor thing. So focused on her work.</i><br/><br/>Perhaps it was a good thing that Morgan didn't accept her offer. If she had, Lydia might have forgotten to stop herself.<br/><br/>Besides, Morgan was right; it would take time to process all of the information they'd acquired so far. Lydia sighed and drummed her fingers against the arm of her chair for a moment. There would be no keeping secrets from the Commander, so it seemed. Annoying as it was, Lydia would have to accept that. She just hoped that it wouldn't cause her any more headaches.<br/><br/>After Morgan had decided that she liked the option of pulling Darcy aside, Lydia stood, but paused for a moment as she decided how it'd be best to proceed. Surely, she could fetch Darcy and call her back to her office, as they'd done with Alex. It would be the quietest and most private place to talk.<i>Then again...</i>She eyed over Morgan; the Enforcer had already removed that flashy, red coat of hers, and it would certainly be more convenient to just bring Morgan along with her. Downstairs, Lydia would be able to drag Darcy away from her usual post without making her stray too far, and they could easily pass it off as casual conversation. They'd spent enough time in her office that night, anyway. A change of scenery was in order.<br/><br/>This time, she didn't present Morgan with the options. "Come with me," she said. "We'll talk downstairs. Find us an empty table and I'll pull Darcy aside for us. Also, I'd suggest you keep your notes discreet."<br/><br/>Without waiting for Morgan's response, she led the way, exiting the office and making her way towards the lower level. The population had begun to dwindle, but the live band was still going strong, and there were enough people there - both human and vampire - that it didn't feel empty. A few heads turned to see who had entered the room, but Lydia ignored them. For yet another moment, she indulged in the knowledge that people rarely questioned her actions. In this context, it was doing her good.<br/><br/>As expected, Darcy was behind the bar, busy concocting something...complicated. Lydia hardly concerned herself with Darcy's current task. Instead, she simply approached and leaned her elbow against the bar. "Darcy," she called.<br/><br/>"Oh, Lydia," she looked up and smiled, but kept pouring the liquid over ice, "here for a drink?"<br/><br/>"No, actually, I'm here to steal you for a moment."<br/><br/>"To steal me?" she repeated, sliding the finished drink to one of the men seated at the bar. She stepped over to where Lydia was leaning and rested both elbows on the bar-top, leaning forward herself and looking Lydia in the eye, staring back at the same shade of red. Her short dress was a red of similar intensity. "Now I'm curious. What's this about?"<br/><br/>Lydia crossed her arms. "Have someone cover you for now, and you'll find out."<br/><br/>Darcy sucked her teeth in mock-annoyance. "Always a tease, aren't you?" she jabbed, giving one more playful "tsk-tsk" before patting the bar with her hand. "Alright, I'll be with you in a second."<br/><br/>Lydia gave her a nod. "Excellent." As she turned away from the bar, all that was left to do was sit and wait for Darcy to join them.