After a couple more glances once the blonde walked over to their table, she headed back down the bar. She had not noticed at all that one of his buddies noticed her staring but she didn't care. Why did she care at all that he was here? Why was it that knowing he was not locked up or dead or hell even hurt seemed to put her at ease? She didn't even know that guy. Something was clearly wrong with her.<br/><br/>It wasn't long that she was at the other end of the bar and heading back to see if their was more orders in the V.I.P. section. Her stride slowed as her glaze landed on that hulking frame. It was familiar yet unfamiliar as she looked at him.<em>"No need to be scared of him now. He stayed away. It couldn't have been more me though. Still for some reason, I just know he won't hurt me."</em>Her thoughts had her walking over to the spot right in front of him.<br/><br/>For a moment, she couldn't say a thing. He looked different but the same from before. Why was that? Why was she checking him out so much tonight? She mentally shook her mind. She couldn't just stand here staring at him like a loon. "Hey...um... Ravage. Nice to see you here again." She wanted to kick herself.<em>"Nice going..."</em>She looked to the glass and he didn't need a refill. Did he really come over her to just speak with her?