With the man's blood on her lips (and the fact that she was waiting for him) she easily recognized the silhouette of Jean-Phillipe through the opaque curtains.<strong>"I'm sorry my dear, but I believe some business has come up. I may have to take my leave for now. Feel free to stay and enjoy the delights of 'modern' sheep, though. Just be careful about which ones you taste, they're all quite drunk, or on more than a few drugs to make things more fun."</strong><br/><br/>With a grin the woman slid out of her chair and back through the curtains, to move up to Jean-Phillipe and interlock her arms with his. She gently pulled him across the throngs of people towards the opposite end of the bar.<strong>"Well?"</strong>