"Nathaniel," he said crisply, the smile he wore almost becoming a grimace as the pinkette dragged her polka-dot nails up his chest. God, she reeked of stale beer and strawberry perfume.<br/><br/>Liat's eyes lit up with delight at his smile, completely dismissing the fact that he looked pained. Nathaniel could tell at once she was one of those over-confident type girls who always had to have a guy on her arm. The stereotypical cheerleader type who's brain was filled with cotton-candy instead of actual knowledge.<br/><br/>"C'mon, Natty--" he was about to throw all rules about public etiquette out the door and kill her on the spot-- "Don't be like that! A pouty-wouty boy doesn't get to dancey-wancey!" She prattled on, puckering her lips and talking like a baby, in a way he supposed she found charming.<br/><br/>She was definitely bold. Really, really stupid. But bold.<br/><br/>That didn't mean his homicidal feelings towards Liat were lessened at all.<br/><br/>Shaking his head again, untangling himself from her vice-like grasp, Nathaniel sighed softly, feigning regret. "I'm afraid I don't dance, Miss Liat. And I should be going now. Besides, you're too young for me--"<br/><br/>"I'm twenty-two!"<br/><br/>"--and I have work in the morning." He finished, a tiny bit of threat slipping into his tone now.<br/><br/>Liat made an exaggerated expression of delight, "Mreow! A man who has good looks and a job? Mm, I could totally get into that."<br/><br/>Not knowing what else to do, Nathaniel forked over twenty dollars and said, almost pleadingly, "Here, buy yourself one more drink and a taxi ride home. Goodbye, Miss Liat." And before she could glue herself to his side again, the Lurker booked it out of the club.<br/><br/>He hadn't been so uncomfortable in a long time. Made uncomfortable by a civilian, at that!<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Liat D'Becque watched with amused eyes as the lurker fled the premises, gingerly holding the dollar bill between two precisely manicured nails. That had been difficult. She thought that at any moment, Nathaniel would see through her disguise, but no! As luck had it, all that perfume had frazzled his senses enough that he couldn't read her aura.<br/><br/>The angel smiled to herself, slipping the bill in a ziplock bag, and then slipped that into her tiny pink purse. She's go back home to her apartment in a few minutes to dust for prints, learn everything about Nathaniel...despite her baby sister and her own differences, Liat preferred to work alone.<br/><br/>But before doing that....another drink sounded good. Dropping the drunk act, she navigated her way back to the bar, smiling at the bartender. "A Long Island Iced Tea, please!"