#* dylan 01

Keeping somewhat a low profile didn't seem all too possible, perhaps even less so as she crossed the threshold of Seduction. Dark eyes pausing their frivolous observation of those around her as she adjusted to the dim lighting and pockets of neon that broke the darkness. It'd been months since she'd seen him - months since she'd told him, explicitly, not to contact her again. His demise, landing him further and further into the fold of the MC meant that she couldn't stomach the entanglement anymore - or so she thought. Knowing that by morning come, she'd be walking into her childhood home and pulling back the falsity of every rumor that followed her disappearance to face her brother for the first time in a decade - Daniela knew Dylan would undoubtedly find out. Spotting him on the other side of the bar, wiping over glassware, Daniela swallowed her pride - trying not to throw it right back up as she approached, "So," the slight tremor in her voice travelling into the tips of her fingers, "Is it still considered pariah behavior to ignore the dancers in favor of the bartenders attention, or.. do you think I'll get by unnoticed?"

"Watch them," his hand closed tightly around the prospects shoulder, turning him to face the direction he himself had to look away from. Indeed, Dylan had no reason to listen to him, however, Levent would use their alliance to his benefit regardless of the situation. As it stood, he was already struggling with the knowledge that his daughter was here, twisted tighter still within his chest as he watched Miray come all too close to other members of her operation. "If you take your eyes off of them for even a second, you'll lose them." His eyes. A momentary phone call - an update on his sisters as those tasked with surveillance checked in with him stole his attention for a few fleeting minutes. As it stood, he couldn't control everything, but that certainly didn't mean he wouldn't control as much as he could - with so many snakes around, what choice did he have?