Lydia can here the whispers pick up as she enters Hunter's Moon. The eyes of everyone in the room follow her as she makes her way to the bar and she nearly glows under all the attention. She gives Derek the bartender a smile that's all teeth. "My usual please."
Derek rolls his eyes, but starts mixing her French 75. She takes a sip after he sets it in front of her, her eyes scanning the room.
"He's not here."
She looks back at Derek, "Hmm?"
"My uncle, Miss Martin. He's not here."
She gives a moue of displeasure. "What makes you think I'm here for him?" She gives her eyelashes a flutter. "I could be here for you."
Derek laughs, then goes to the other side of the bar to serve his next customer.
In annoyance she runs her fingers over the brass of the bar, sending sparks of magic flying. Derek has the right of it anyways, he's far too broody for her tastes.
Halfway through her drink she gives into temptation and pulls out her little mirror. "δείχνω Peter."
Her reflection ripples and disappears to show Peter Hale. It takes her a moment to spot him in the shadows but it's worth it. His dark suit tells her all she needs to know about why he wasn't there. Her eyes study his face covetously, licking her lips at the slight splatter of blood on his cheek.
A sudden bang gives her a start and pulls her away from the mirror. Derek is glaring at her, eyes electric blue. "You know the rules Miss Martin."
She pouts, but taps her mirror to 'clear' it. "Fine, fine. Spoilsport."
Giving the sigh of a night spoiled she quickly downs the rest of her drink, gets up, and heads back the way she came.
But there's a secret smile twitching at her lips as she leaves and whispers, "O Artemis, o Eros, may my love strike true."