<strong>Victor at the bar, speaking with Beatrice</strong><br/><br/>Victor was just raising his drink to his lips when he noticed a movement to his side. Lowering his drink, he looked over to see a woman approaching the bar. From her wobbling and staggering he could tell that she had clearly imbibed most if not all of the empty bottle of whisky that she was now carrying. He could understand such needs as he had crawled himself to more than one bottle over the years but he was surprised to see someone do it in such a public setting.<br/><br/>When she tipped the stool over, he shook his head and politely focused on his own drink, no wanting to seem rude for gawking at her inability to even climb onto a simple stool. Before he could even get a swallow down he was pocked hard in the chest. With a sigh, he casually lowered his glass, setting it down on the bar and turning to meet her. His artificial eye studied her intently.<em>Yes, she was the one in the lobby that had been scowling at Tom when I escorted Lilith out. But what was her name?</em><br/><br/>Offering his hand, he smiled. “Pleasure to meet you ma’am, my name is Victor Orestes. I am a new member of the security team here at the Pleasure Dome. I do believe that we have crossed paths before, up in the lobby but I unfortunately didn’t catch you name. I see that you are enjoying yourself this evening.”<br/>