No one had pushed the kitsune too far, not entirely surprising, really.  The club was a potential powder keg with all the low lifes and ambitious wanna-be's gathered for whatever table scraps they could get from the situation.<br/><br/>Zero planted himself by the stairs, and amused himself with Charisma, one eye on the shifting levels of violence in the bar.  The succubus had gone to amuse herself with someone less volatile than the werewolf but the Vampire continued to ruffle feathers.<br/><br/>"You know, all sorts of things could happen here tonight," Zero insinuated a hand between Charisma's legs, smiling as she squirmed.  "Rumors of a profitable job have brought out all the knife wielding lunatics and the mad bombers – all here in this one club.  Everyone's being as careful as little mice … probably the only reason the little kitsune is still alive."<br/><br/>"Something's going down," he slipped an arm around Charisma's waist, gripping the edge of one wing to pin it to her back and keep her confined.  "It might make your next shift at the hospital busy.  Do you like knowing that?  A little war being planned right here, all around you, pretty angel?"<br/><br/>Charisma's little thong was no defense against Zero's probing fingers; he stroked the thin scrap of fabric, tracing along her slit, putting pressure over her clit.  He wondered if he could make her cum, here in the club, and smiled at the thought.  But he was distracted shortly after – possibly to Charisma's frustration – when the upstairs came downstairs.