<div class="floatleft">(https://images-production.global.ssl.fastly.net/uploads/photos/file/180253/liz-gillies-tca-getty.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name:</strong>  </td><td> Emma Swan<br/> (https://dotysarared95.wixsite.com/dragongoddess)     </td><td><strong>|||</strong> </td><td> Once Upon a Time (http://segedydaniel.wixsite.com/onceuponatimerp/)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Time:</strong>  </td><td>July 15, 2014</td><td><strong>|||</strong> </td><td>10:30pm</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong>  </td><td>The Gold Club</td><td><strong>|||</strong></td><td><strong>Tag:</strong>  Curtis Casey    <br/></td></tr></tbody></table><hr/>Emma Swan scanned over the crowd of the club in the new town.  She’d decided the night prior that this was to be one of her fields of play and tonight would be her first strike.  The men here had money or at least they liked to lose a lot of it over nothing.<br/><br/>“There’s a pair.” Emma muttered to herself.  Her eyes had fallen on two men; one plain but throwing money around like it was nothing.  The other slightly better looking but both were focused on the dancer.  This was perfect for the longtime thief.  Before she stood from her spot at the main bar, she downed the last of her cocktail and tipped the bartender, fixing her long, brown locks and her little black dress.<br/><br/>The woman of nearly 20 years finally walked towards the men, her movements making close to no sound as she came up behind them.  She hoped not to be noticed as she would steal the wallets out of their pockets and should they notice her, she had a plan for that too.  This was not nearly the first time she’d done this.