Laila felt Corvenos prescense as soon as he entered the back of the bar.  That was one downfall.  There was no hiding from fellow Guardians.  Corvenos was one of the few "friends" she had, having fallen from grace during childhood.  It was in her nature, after all.  Her sister, Lucille, was the pure one.  Laila was born with a mischievous heart and a knack for stirring up trouble.  Corvenos had been a childhood friend who had helped her cause mayhem in the heavens.  He was all smiles when he took Al's place and trounced over to her.  She rolled her eyes as he put on his usual charm as he refilled her glass.  "Corv, I've gotta ask you.  Why in the hell do you work at this place?  You make plenty of money through the League, don't you?"  It was something she always wondered.  Did he just enjoy the company?  That would be a shocker, since it consisted of eighty percent fat, old drunk guys, and a couple fellow Guardians from the dark side every few days.  Perhaps that was it.  Guardians rarely mingled on duty, unless they were in a lethal match with one of the goody-too-shoes over their wards.  So, places like this was really the only place to gain any kind of companionship.  She lingered over her now-full glass, wondering how Corv had kept his charming nature after he fell.