The Howlers were in full swing tonight; Sanctuary was booming. Tourists packed the bar looking for a taste of excitement only New Orleans can offer. The Peltier's were scattered throughout, always watching. Ace nodded her head to Kyle Peltier as he made a round past her. He grinned and paused,

"Hey darlin', how goes?" he asked. Ace continued leaning against the bar, drink in hand.

"Forward direction as always," was her response. He nodded and gave her a mock salute before heading to the back, presumably to check on their more colorful clientele. From her position she could see the myriad of Were's present, as well as a few daimons. She kept her eye on the latter. In here she couldn't touch them, but if they happened to leave on their own accord… Well that's a different story. The thought brought a grin to her face as she took a sip of her drink.

A man approached from her left, a cocky smile on his lips and a swagger in his gait. Confidence rolled off of him, just like his expensive cologne.

"Why, hello there," he purred as he leaned towards her. "Can I get you a drink?" He asked.

"Not thirsty." She said, taking a long sip from her glass. He just smiled and shook his head.

"Come on, let me top you up. Glass looks like it's getting empty."

"Don't be such a pessimist, it's still half full." With that she turned and took a seat, her back to him.

"Awe Sugar, you playing hard to get?" The man said, pressing his body against her back and putting his arms around her, his left hand resting on her thigh. When she didn't respond he trailed her hand up her leg, making a small loop on her upper thigh before slipping up onto her stomach, slowly moving up to…WHAM.

She had his left arm pinned behind him and her hand wrapped around the back of his neck, pressing his face against the wooden bar counter.

"Never, ever call me Sugar you prick," before she shoved him away from her as if repulsed. Papa Peltier was there before she could walk away.

"Everything okay over here, chér?" he questioned, eyes on the retreating figure of the man.

"Just fine, Papa Bear. Someone was just helping themselves to some porridge that wasn't for him," she snickered before heading for the door. She had had enough of people watching for one night. Dev grinned at her as she walked out, winking and nodding his approval.


Hey there, any feedback would be appreciated. Not positive where I am taking this fic. Thanks :)