Dinah sat alone in the bar, looking over the nights prospects from her desolate corner. It was weird to be back here. Back in town after having been on the run for so long. But this was where she wanted to be. Where she needed to be. She missed the town. She missed her family. And she needed revenge. On more than one person. She knew that Jeffrey came here to drink. Maybe she could at least get him back. Or… Kill him if she couldn't. Her eyes widened when she saw the young man enter the bar. What was he doing here? What was he doing in Springfield? What she'd heard of Jeffrey coming to Springfield... She'd assumed it was about his work. Because it was always about his work. She'd thought he'd come here to do his job. Take down the drug cartel. Keep an eye on Cassie Winslow… But what if it was all just about the one that got away? Sandy. Foster. What a stupid name. Especially for a guy. Sandy. Ugh. She kept her eyes glued to him. After she killed Cassie. Who better to be next? Maybe Jeffrey was no Hart, but still, it was the principal of the matter… Why did she always have to be second best? Never the love of any man's life, only something to settle for. Something to love either until something better came along or because the something better was already gone. Something to fuck. She squeezed her fingers around her beer bottle, momentarily pretending that it was Cassie's neck. Sandy's neck. Jeffrey's neck.

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Jonathan walked into the bar and took a seat in the shadows. He knew that he had to stay out of sight. Sandy couldn't see him. Not just yet. Not until the time was exactly right. But stalking got boring after awhile. Stalking Sandy, anyways. It was actually a relief just to be in a bar. It was apparently the closest thing Sandy ever did to having any fun in this town. But why was he drinking so much tonight? Was he trying to forget him, or to forget someone else? He must've been trying to forget something. A part of him wanted to kill Sandy. Really, really did. But another part of him… The boy was just so damned pretty. Such a shame… He'd have to have him at least one last time before…

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Dinah wasn't quite sure of it. But it appeared to her that Sandy had a stalker. She smiled to herself. Maybe he would get his… And she wouldn't even have to lift a finger.

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Jonathan thought that he felt eyes on him. He glanced quickly and saw a woman ducking back into the shadows. Was she checking him out? Maybe he could get lucky tonight. He took one last glance at Sandy and figured that nothing particularly interesting was going to happen with him tonight. He could catch up with him again tomorrow. He made his way to her table, placing a bottle of beer in front of her empty one. "Was I imagining things?" He said. "Or were you watching me?"

Dinah pulled her hat up slightly and looked into his eyes. Upon closer inspection, she recognized him instantly. So the boy was alive after all. It didn't really surprise her much. She'd known all along that Sandy was a natural born liar. She brought the beer bottle to her lips, taking a quick sip. "Was I imagining things? Or were you watching him?" She asked, taking a quick glance over in Sandy's direction.

"So what if I was?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"What's your interest in him?" she asked.

"Oh…" he answered. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Do you want to kill him?" She asked, never bothering to mince any words. "Or do you want to fuck him?"

"Do I look like faggot to you?" he snapped defensively. Great. He'd thought that she'd wanted him. He certainly wanted her…

Dinah smiled, supposing she'd hit a nerve. "Well…" she said, chuckling slightly. "Not everyone's as obvious as he is…"

Oh well. He wasn't going to get what he wanted from this woman. But what was with her sudden interest in Sandy? Did she know him? He forced himself to calm. "What makes you think that I don't want both?" he asked with a slight smirk.

Ok. So he did want Sandy dead. And knowing who this was, maybe he wanted Cassie dead too. And did he know that Richard was dead or not? Or could she trick him into thinking that Jeffrey was Richard? Her mind was spinning with all of the possibilities. He didn't seem like he would be very hard to manipulate. And he certainly didn't seem to be lacking in the anger department. "Actually…" she said, looking him over with a slight smile on her face. "I was hoping that you wanted me tonight…"

Yes! He would be getting laid tonight after all! "Oh…" he said with a smirk of his own. "But I do…"