Scotland, Finding Truth

[HeavenLeighA]

Jasmine left the Last drop without a backward glance. Whatever Dave did or did not think, she was supposed to be here, she knew that much. There were just layers of being...careful. Jasmine had learned, a long time ago, to be cautious. Just like the tattoos on her hands, and the symbols- there was a layer of secrecy that was needed. You didn't live a long time, without being quiet about it,

Jas moved slowly- there was no reason to run, she'd just get wetter if she moved faster. She frowned at the street names but didn't pull the card out again. She knew the address, it was just a matter of finding it.

Before long, she found the door on the oddly named street, staring at it a moment. She shook her hair, her hair now soaked, looking sable under the streetlights, the leather coat mostly saving her top from getting too seethrough, and used her fist to pound at the door. There was a doorman, no doubt. It was a member's club, after all.

When it was opened, she flicked her hair out of her eyes and studied the man with the same calmness she had studied Dave. "Ahm here t'settle mah tab." She said in her smooth, nearly disarming accent, and raised her hand, using the same one that had tipped Dave off so the man could see it.

 

[Mac380]

Angus eyed the new arrival from behind the reception desk as William closed the heavy entrance door behind her, noting the tattoo on her hand and the wet jacket dripping on the floor.
"Thank you madam, your bill will be available at the members bar upstairs, please take a moment to check your jacket in at the cloakroom" he gestured down the corridor to his left "the bar is to the left at the top of the stairs when you are ready. Please feel free to make use of the facilities around the club, the public bar will be opening shortly should you wish to join them in there." He again gestured, to the opposite side, where a doorway led through to a large narrow bar and dancefloor, the DJ was just warming up the sound and light systems ready for the nights entertainment.
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[HeavenLeighA]

Jas watched the man behind the desk with a raised brow, looking at her coat, then over at him. She was reluctant to relieve herself of it- it was her armor, in a lot of ways. But she headed over to the coat room and slipped inside, finding a spot to hang it up. Looking over her shoulder, seeing no one on duty yet, she shrugged to herself and nudged the door closed. She stripped off the pale tanktop, the front soaked through, and wrung it out in the trash, before pulling it back on.

Coming back out into the hallway she threaded her fingers through her hair. It was curling slightly as it dried and she sighed. It'd be a mess later. Ah well. A second glance over at the man behind the desk, but then she started up the stairs, slowly, one hand lightly on the railing. She looked down where her fingers touched the smooth, shiny wood. She was such a tactile person, and Scotland was turning into a feast for her senses.

Without her jacket on, she could feel the cool touch of her dagger at her back. Dagger- in the old sense of the word. Not one of these ridiculous steak knives street toughs called daggers, but a twelve-inch blade, ancient, and holstered in the small of her back at an angle. The jacket hid it better than her thin tank top, but she wasn't willing to let it go. Entering into the top floor of the member's club, she spent some time looking around, before stepping in.

 

[Mac380]

A heavy hand fell upon Evin's shoulder as the light from the street lamps was shut out by the closing of the door behind him. He looked round at the bulk of William who glowered at him for a moment before nodding his head towards the reception desk, a subtle hint, at least for William, that Evin should report to Angus at the desk.
Evin knew better than to mess around with these two, they were not employed on the door of The Witches Cauldron just for the charming customer service and interpersonal skills.
Angus looked up from the monitor in the reception desk where he had been monitoring the progress of the "young" woman with the auburn hair.
"Evin! I see Lachlan has seen fit to let you out again. Maggie sends her best and says if you try hustling any more of our clientele she will have you balls removed! I believe the use of a cold steel and mash hammer was suggested."
Evin glanced round to see William with an evil smile on his face, "Let me guess where that idea came from." he muttered, turning back to Angus he put on his most charming smile "But of course I wouldn't dream of darkening Mistress Maggie's doorstep with such trickery, but you see it was the ..."
Angus's hand slapped down on the woodwork of the desk cutting Evin off mid flow "don't be coming out with your excuses to me sunshine, you wouldn't have made it through the door if it had been up to me, but Maggie obviously has a soft spot for you."
Evin took his cue and headed for the cloakroom before heading up the stairs, it really hadn't been his fault, Lachlan's new boy had wandered off his patch and onto Evin's looking for bigger fish to fleece unfortunately he had chosen the Cauldron. Evin had tried to intervene when he had spotted him in the club, but Maggie had already caught whiff of what was going on and her team had swept the two of them up together.
Lachlan and Maggie had an "understanding", Lachlan did not run his 'schemes' in the Cauldron and Maggie allowed Evin entry to entertain their clientele in an environment conducive to the magical sect.
Stepping into the members bar he did a quick scan of the room, he noted some of the 'usual suspects' dotted amongst the tables of revellers, the Moody brothers had obviously charmed a pair of tourists and were, from the ladies laughter, being quite entertaining or maybe it was the bottle of Bacardi and bucket of mixers on the table that was working the charm. Through the double doors to the balcony Evin could see the back of Michael watching the gathering crowd on the dancefloor below, the thump of the music increasing as the door was opened and the tall lithe figure of Silk stepping out to join Michael, she glanced in Evin's direction as the door closed, her eyes narrowing, sending a shiver down his back, Williams offer of a cold steel and mash hammer would be preferable to what she would do to his balls if she had the chance.
But here in the Cauldron was neutral ground for that sort of thing, Maggie made sure of it, she had no compunction about dealing with anyone who 'stepped across the line'.
Now his eyes settled on a new figure who had just reached the bar, her light top barely concealed the curve of her body and the curve of the knife at her back.
If she had managed to get that far in the club with such a weapon then there had to be something special about her, all the more reason to introduce himself.
He sauntered towards the bar, taking a glance to the back of the room and the left-hand booth of the 3 VIP booths, but the curtains were closed, maybe Maggie was not in tonight or she was in 'discussions' with someone.
As he slipped onto a stool next to the auburn haired figure the barman gave him a nod of recognition, but waited for the woman to make her order.

 

[HeavenLeighA]

The club was gorgeous, she had to admit. Her eyes wandered around the room, taking in the energy and the atmosphere. She could feel the magic, the varied touch of great- and small- supernatural energies. Her eyes didn't linger, but they did look: she didn't know why she was looking for him here...he wouldn't be. He was back in Chicago for the holidays. This would be the first New Year's in ten years she hadn't spent waiting for him, for a date he had promised but never showed up to...

Shoving the memory out of her mind, she came up to the bar, sliding on a stool. No reason not to linger, she figured and gave the barman an absent smile. "Glenhaven darlin', ifn yah don' mind." She had to get acclimated, after all. Who knew how long her assignment would keep her here.

She glanced over her shoulder at Evin as he sat down next to her, raising a brow at the man. It was bar etiquette when the bar wasn't busy, to sit a space away. But he had plopped himself down. Clearly, the barman knew him with the nod he had given him. She turned her head to him, considering, as the barman went to get her drink. "Dis yer usual haunt, darlin'?" She asked Evin, a smile on her lips, but her beautiful eyes were mild, the smile didn't touch them.

His look reminded her of Kevan, an apprentice she had once upon a time. Damn, she hadn't thought of Kevan in years. All youth and fight, ready to take on the world. He had been dead within three months. His name was on the memorial she had back home, along with all the others who had died under her command in the shadow war. They had won, but not by much. Peace accords had been drawn up, and she and her kind went on to find something else to protect.