"Careful. You don't want to know what I like."
There was a confidence in the way that the man spoke as he looked down on Samael. He steps closer to Samael, now standing directly in front of him. The man is a tall, wide man wearing an expensive suit. Dark glasses can be seen peeking out of the pocket.
"I don't think that I've seen you around here, before."
The man looks Samuel up and down, seeming to take in every detail. Was Samael grateful for Alistair's disguise now?
The girls who had been crowding closer to Sam moments before are now forming a respectful half circle of about three feet, watching with expressions of trepition. Past the circle of observers, the dance floor pulses and throbs, ignoring the confrontation on the dance floor.
Samael can see that Vanessa has stood from her seat and stands at the edge of the dance floor, watching the confrontation. Her brown eyes seem to smolder. A handful of ladies pass by her, nodding differentially to Vanessa. One of them pauses a step behind Vanessa. This woman stands at 5'9'' to Vanessa's 5'5''. The second woman wears a black floor length A - line gown with a black feather boa. The feathers seem spiky around her neck.
In the car
"What do you do?" Rob asks, not taking his eyes off of the front entrance.
"My cell, every one had a job. An area to control. You monitor things? Are you going to record this? You could always get out your camera and set up for a good shot."
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