#interaction: constantine

Raven wasn't sure when she started drinking. She had solved a minor problem in town and had rolled into the bar. It was her second home besides her car.

She'd been flirting with the blonde most of the night. Upgrading his whiskey as her Russian blood proves strong. But it doesn't mean she isn't laughing and feeling tipsy from the alcohol.

She wasn't sure when she had yanked him by his tie over and begun kissing him, but he tasted like cigarettes and whiskey, her favorite. She hummed against his lips as her lithe little frame pressed against him.

She turns her attention to the table that has an array of sharp objects she begins putting onto her person. The silent presence in the room that watched her was noted. She grabbed her red and black leather Jacket with her signature insignia on the back as she turned to look at him.

"So here's the deal." She pulled on her leather fingerless gloves, it would be easier to go all out with her enhanced strength. "I found where he is. I'm settling the debt he owes me. Owes my daughter. You can tag along if you want, but this ends with his blood on my fists." Her sharp blue eyes meet him and her conviction is set.