The little redhead rested one hand cockily on her hip as her friend unleashed powder.  “Now, now, boys, that’s no way to ask for a dance.”<br/><br/>She sprang into motion once the shot was clear, stepping to a chair, from their to a table, and leaping for one of the cross beams bellow the roof of the place.  Dagger flickered from wrist sheathes into her hands, slicing the light from the chandelier as they rose.  She dug both into the roof beam, then swung from them, forewords, then back, forewords, then back up too the beam of the roof.  She jerked them back before planting her feet firmly on the beam.  “You boys want to come up here to dance?”  She began to juggle her knives, pulling another from her belt ‘til three of the razor sharp instruments flashed through the air under the roof.  “I’ll send invitations?”<br/>