When Plum had arrived at the bar, she noticed a familiar face at a small table in the far back of the room, along with a very womanly, unfamiliar face. For some reason that Plum would never be able to explain, a fire lit up in her chest. Ghost was with another woman and that shouldn't be a problem and had never been before but Plum found herself gracefully making her way towards the two.<br/><br/>"Oh, excuse me. Didn't see you there, oh well!" Plum's sickeningly sweet voice floated into the air as she bumped a very interested redhead off the barstool with her hip and replaced her spot. The pink haired woman didn't even glance at the woman, her lone eye resting in Ghost's features. His own eyes locked in on her face. Her elbow was resting again the black granite surface of the bar, her fingers tapping expectantly. He cocked a brow but still raised a finger signalling for a round of drinks for the table. It didn't take long for the drink to reach them and the red head had stood up by then, fully intent on speaking her mind.<br/><br/>"Excuse me, I was sitting there!" she said haughtily and Plum cut her eye to look at her, "Not anymore, dear. Now run along and find someone else to entertain. This one is taken." The red head girl didn't seem that intimidate and came closer to Plum as if to hit her, but Plum caught her wrist, twisting it and pulling the girl in close to her as if they were old friends sharing a hug. Her soft lips came close to the red head's ear, "Listen, I'm not going to tell you this again. Run. A-long. Now." Plum let go of the girl's wrist which was bruised to a point that it was likely broken. The girl had tears in her eyes and ran off.<br/><br/>Plum turned back to Ghost, "Who the fuck was that?" she snarled out, clearly jealous though she didn't understand why.