Izzy D. perched on a bar stool close to the black jack tables, sipping a mojito. She enjoyed rum in many forms. Rum  and whiskey made Izzy D. bouncy. Tequila made her angry and vodka did nothing for her at all. If she was going to indulge, she wanted positive effects. Her attention was drawn to the man in the fedora wearing a long leather coat.<br/><br/>First clue in New Orleans to interesting people was their clothes. With the heat and humidity of the Big Easy, the locals rarely wore heavy coats. Watching the man as he played cards, Izzy D. sat up straighter, He wore a light beard, like a two or three day stubble, that just rolled out of bed look that she found so sexy. When he peeled the coat off, she admired the muscles that rippled under the dark blue shirt. When he took out the bouncers,her blood started flowing . He came to the bar and she caught his eye.<br/><br/>"After that little skirmish, you must be thirsty. Can a girl buy you a drink?"<br/><br/>She gestured to the bartender to come over.<br/>"What's your poison?" she asked. "I'm Izzy D." she introduced herself, holding out her gloved hand. A wave of heat flashed through her and for a moment she felt transported through time. Centering herself, she recovered and gave him one of her brilliant, beautiful smiles. "Welcome to New Orleans."