Wooden stairs didn’t even bother to creak under the feather light footsteps of the woman who crept down them. Even if they had decided to do the redhead the dishonor of such a thing, the noise wouldn’t have been heard over the thumping of the music that came from the darkened warehouse that resided at the bottom of the stairs.
On the outside, the building looked like another abandoned building in one of the slums of Las Vegas, but the inside told a different story. Pushing open the large metal door at the bottom of the stairs that separated the upstairs living area from the large club that resided on the lower levels, Aisling’s golden eyes scanned crowd.
She smiled wolfishly at the gyrating bodies that were packed tightly into the space, taking a deep breath in through her mouth and nose to determine that there were almost every species of the night world in the space, as well as more than a few humans. Aisling stalked through the crowd, making her way to the bar in a way that was nothing short of predatory as she smiled dangerously at a few people as she passed, lightly touching and teasing others until she was finally leaning against the black bar that reflected the flashing lights of the club off of its surface.
“Something with a kick, Jazz.” Aisling requested from the member of her pack that was working the bar that night. The woman immediately went to fulfill Aisling’s request, stopping in the middle of making another drink which had the person to her left scoffing in annoyance. “Shut it, bloodsucker.” The redhead said without bothering to look at the man who was perched on the stool, easily identifying what he was by smell alone.
Taking her drink from Jazz once she returned, Aisling thanked the woman with a smile before turning and gliding her way through the crowd once more, her eyes searching and scanning until she found just who she had been seeking out.
“What have I told you about plotting to torch the place?” She asked the dark-haired woman as she sat down next to her in one of the sitting places just off to the edges of the large room. She could read the unhappiness on the woman’s face as plain as day- it was a more than common look for her to hold.