Dawn hadn't left the general vicinity of the club yet, and in fact was leaning against the outter wall about five feet from the entryway with a marlboro light 100 pressed between her lips, one leg crossed over another as she casually inhaled, letting smoke curl from her nostrils as she slipped into quiet contemplation. It seems all the occupants of the club that evening were too wrapped up in their own social agendas they hadn't had time to notice what was going on up top on the third floor, which generously worked in her favor, as it hadn't called any attention her way, but she was slightly disappointed.. a furrowed brow following this thought.<br/><br/><em>Next time.. I won't be so nice to the innocent bystanders..</em><br/><br/>Something stirred beyond narrowed eyes. She'd wanted more than that. In reality the melting of a gambling tycoon would have been kept on the hush hush, only permitted to be talked about within the circles in which that subject belonged.. but Dawn craved more.<br/><br/>Another drag from her cigarette and she removed it from her lips, a few smoke rings spiraling forward only to dissipate as she ran a finger through the center of them. Ashing before she took the last drag, the butt was dropped on the parched pavement of the famished city, boot promptly brought forth to snuff the flame.<br/><br/>On the bright side of things? She had rent money for the next couple of months, and once she cut those gems out of the jewelry herself, she was almost positive she could procure the assistance of someone to move the stones for her. It would just take a little time and a the right type of motivation.. but it would happen.