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“A decent amount of time to be creeped out by it.” She paused, having banked on his instant belief but he appeared more keen then Tara had initially counted on. “Listen, maybe I’m paranoid but,” a glance backward and there the cop remained. Tara wondered if Slade did something to make her wanted by the GCPD. Of course Tara had committed her fair of crimes but you would need to legally in the system for any kind of warrant and somehow she doubted Gotham had access to anything from Markovia. Not there was much on her to begin with. She had been set for failure from the beginning anymore. Sometimes Tara thought about how she didn’t exist on paper, she tried not to think about it too much. She had enough baggage weighing her down she needn’t another. “It’s just freaky okay? I’m scared if I go alone anywhere he’ll make a move.” Which wasn’t untrue. She was scared. Though more of what she would do to him then what he would do to her. Then there it was, those same reasons she chose him as a mark in the first place shining through. “You’d do that?” She spoke faking awe and admiration. “Thank you so much.”

“Quick, pretend to look like you’re talking to me.” || TARA MARKOV

He looked easy enough. Yes, as a mark but at the given moment that wasn't what she was using him for. Maybe that would come later, but right now Tara needed somehow to throw the hound off her trail. She needed to look like she blended in, not that she was the off-key in a tight crowd. The guy tailing her, she was almost certain he was a cop. So, she needed someone to ground her so he wouldn't make a shit move that would end his life and cover her hands in red. "Pretty sure that guy is stalking me." Somehow Tara doubted the kid would recognize an undercover cop, and if he did well-- appearances would be considered deceiving.

The other woman said that these people didn't want to pay for expensive wine, and Ecco laughed softly. "You're right, they don't." She had attended enough of these sorts of functions of Jeremiah's behalf to know that was true. Ply people with the nicest cheap wine you can buy, and they'll be happy. She took another sip.

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"I have definitely tasted better fermentations," Koriand'r agreed and set the glass of cheap red wine down on the nearest surface. She and Tara had an interesting relationship—Tara had betrayed her team and almost killed them all, but Kori blamed that all on Slade and decided that everyone deserves a second chance. She was still a little wary of the girl, though, because she wasn't stupid. "I am surprised to see you here, Tara. If I recall correctly, this is not exactly your 'scene'."

There was a churning in her stomach from the sight of Koriand'r. The plan had been simple. Tara's mission had been simple. Infiltrate the Teen Titans and then watch them burn. Well, help them burn. Slade had been her savior, she had owed him many things and she hadn't thought twice about it. Yet, Tara couldn't deny being among them, being one of them, had changed her. In ways she had never conceived. It left her with the deep urge to FLEE. Whether it was from Koriand'r herself, or the guilt of what she'd done to her and the Titans, Tara couldn't say. Among the Titans, the woman before her had shown the brightest in kindness. She was the least likely to look for a fight, not unless Tara started one. "My scene," She echoed Kori's words. "Tell me-- what would that look like? Not enough skeletons here I'm guessing?" Tara couldn't help it. Biting and barking came as natural to air to her.

“The wine?” cassie asked curiously. “I mean I can’t really argue that, I’m technically not old enough to drink at this party.” she shrugged. “But it can’t be that bad, that lady over there is on her third glass.” she said nodding over to the dark haired girl who’s lips were stained red from the liquid. 

tara quirked an eyebrow at the girl's admission. "technically, you said?" a tilt of her head. "you know you can. i don't judge." briefly she wondered if this counted as peer pressure. then again they weren't peers and tara didn't care one way or another. glancing at the woman cassie had mentioned, tara remarked. "some how i don't think she cares about the taste. just that it goes down her throat."

Ecco had always been good at reading people, but working with Jeremiah -- after finally meeting him in person -- meant that she was especially talented at spotting someone anxious. The girl standing by herself, sipping red wine, was obviously uncomfortable. When she commented on the taste, Ecco replied.

Company. Tara wasn't sure what to do with that. Then again, all things considered, she was still not even sure what she was doing HERE. It probably would have been easier to stay hidden, if she was really desperate for information she could have planted a bug or something but-. But here she was. She made a choice, even if she wasn't quite sure why.