Her legs were crossed, the glass of red wine was already half empty. Alice is staring into the hourglass that lays in the palm of her hand. She wasn't sure what exactly Dillon wanted to do, since she also didn't know what Anton and the others had done after the time Alice left. Perhaps he knew more about it.
The Daeva sits on a couch in a private booth, visible from the entrance but not in the middle of the club. She was wearing pants. Well, that was a thing she hadn't done in a while. But if they were about to take some action, a long dress wasn't very handy. Blood brought her alive, she was ready.
Alice