Tala felt a little nervous in this place. She had never been in a bar before, and this one had been filled with fallen angels and a daemon. She honestly did not care either way if an angel was fallen or not, she had never actually been to heaven before, something about her being tainted by her life with the humans. But her "father" kept calling when ever he needed something, and she would jump at his beck and call every time. Sighing softly she slid her fingers over Jackie's ears.<br/><br/>She kept her eyes on the door, though her ears picked up the conversations being murmured through out the bar.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"If you're thinking about tearing through this place, fine. But don't even think about going after Lucy, do you understand? She is mine. If Corv is being hunted by the Council, why would he be here? This is a well-known hangout for Fallens. Beats me. I only recognize Marcia." </span></span>Tala worried that she would need to defend herself or her charge as soon as they arrived. This was turning out to be a strange day indeed. She looked at the parchment once again<span style="font-style: italic">P. Anders, The Pit, 5:15.</span>Looking at her watch she had ten more minutes before this Anders was suppose to arrive. That's always how her parchments came to her on a plain white piece of paper. It could almost be like and after thought or a sticky note from heaven with all the information she was given.