A starter for @deviliishly
Out of all the places on Midgard where Loralie would have been able to imagine herself conducting surveillance for her mission, this definitely was not one of them. A high-profile nightclub in the midst of Los Angeles. Not an easy feat to enter, judging by the line outside, but she had managed to get herself in with relative ease. Right now she was sitting by the bar, sipping on the drink she had ordered herself. Of course, Midgardian alcohol did nothing for her but this time, a drunken state was not necessary, nor in any way desired when keeping her purpose here in mind.
Her eyes followed the sea of people, attempting to ignore the blaring dance music and the pungent stench of sweat and liquor in order to focus on finding at least some useful information. Or even better, the person she was after in the first place.
