The gull wing door of the taxi opened in front of the<i>Tech Pit</i>and Stepping out of it was yet looked to be another clubber, there to have a good time. Angelina Rolled her head around, the ride from her High Rise Apartment took longer than what she wanted it to. However she was here, and that was all that mattered. She blended in to the crowd perfectly with her tight black leather pants and halter top and completing the look was her red jacket, that also concealed her pistol as well as a knife in a boot scabbard. In Seattle, it be suicidal<b>not</b>to carry one wherever you go. Her boots clicked on the concrete as she approached the doors. She could feel the music penetrating her body. Right now, she was like any other club goer. The doors opened and it felt like the music took a swing at her face, it was that loud as she made her way in.<br/><br/>She artfully bypassed the dance floor. Sometimes it is best not to be seen, and the best place to be lost in was the crowd. A smirk grew on on her face as she watched the faces of men, and women follow her as she made her way through the club. This was her environment, to be living here, dancing to a hypnotic beat, but sadly the dance floor would have to wait for it belonged to Angelina Zapata, the woman who lived at the Apartment, the disgraced former Security Officer who'd drown her misfortune away on some nights in sex or booze, maybe both. Right<i>now</i>this was Alessandra, the woman meeting a contact, and even in this environment, the act could be very bad for her health.<br/><br/>Angelina kept her head moving around, watching people, seeing who was approaching her and who was moving away from her. Moving her head towards her destination, a booth she could see in the foreground a wanna-be bodybuilder type.<span style="color: Red">"The gods gift to woman"</span>Angel thought to herself as she rolled her eyes. Already she could feel the annoyance coursing through her body, the way his eyes were fixated on her chest just told her that here was trouble.<br/><br/>"Hey there, when you fell from heaven, did it make a sound?"<br/><br/>Angel frowned in annoyance, not only was it a cliched pickup line, it wasn't even delivered right! Angel smirked and decided to have a little fun. She pressed up against his body and looked right into his eyes, giving him a good view of her cleavage.<span style="color: Red">"Could you, buy me a drink, how about a cosmo?"</span>Angel pleaded with the man, she brushed his crotch with her hand briefly. She resisted the temptation to laugh, she had him in the palm of her hand.<br/><br/>All he could do was nod and walk over to the bar.<br/><br/>The moment his back turned Angel left to the booth, she saw that it wasn't quite empty.<span style="color: Red">"The more, the merrier."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>