Isolde shimmered to the hole in the wall, She sauntered to the twins and pulled out her ID.<br/><br/>Handing it to them, she asked, "How's business tonight?"<br/><br/>They took their time checking the ID. Red hair, check, Green eyes, Check. 5'7" check.  Old enough. Isolde smiled a slow come hither smile, "Would you believe I'm well over a hundred?"<br/><br/>They grumbled and grouched as if to say don't bull shit with us, but for all her peaches and cream complexion and drop dead curves in all the right places, Isolde Deveraux was a natural born witch who did not age. Her blood was poison to vampires and with her powers to move objects, freeze or accerlate time and to know the future, she had most assailants at her mercy. She only looked like a walking advertisement for a good time, in reality, she was death to her enemies.<br/><br/>Finally, they relented and let her inside. She made her way to the bar, shaking her ass to the music as she walked. She hopped up on a bar stool and asked for a Bailey's on the rocks, "Better make that a double." she said. With a thanks to the bar tender and a 20 for the tip jar, she swiveled around to watch the dancers.