<strong>"Ah, yes, there's a little mess back by the stage. Get someone to clean it up. I'll be up in my room for a minute changing, before I head out to take care of some things. Unless I change my mind." </strong>With a nymphish smile Vivienne twirled on her heel, raising her skirt a bit with the motion for a flash of bare bottom, before heading off to make her way through the back and head upstairs to her private sanctuary.<br/><br/>After checking the time, as well as the morning's sunrise, she changed out of her damaged clothes. Her new outfit was, just for giggles, a black corset sized for her bust and another matching pleated skirt. Black hose and garters, elbow length gloves, and heeled boots. On her way back downstairs she grabbed her overcoat (Along with the silver-plated little revolver that was inside one of the interior pockets) and returned to Jean-Phillipe's section of the bar. She hoped he'd have some info on her, or that the original target the Sheriff had mentioned had showed up. Otherwise, she'd wait.