[color=ed1c24][center][h2] Vanessa "Vegas" Daniels [/h2][/center][/color]
[center][@Mr Allen J][/center]

Vanessa hummed a soft chuckle. "No, this place isn't the nicest but, at least, it is a place where we can be discreet and the other patrons will respect it." She had met with people enough in this particular bar to know most of those in it on a regular basis and enough for them to know her. They had a certain amount of respect for each other by this point and that meant one not double crossing the other without there being a very good reason.

The smirk still clear as day, Vanessa not so subtly checked out the young woman sitting across from her, both in the inappropriate and appropriate. Her face was quite attractive, though that's not what really caught her attention. She would be lying if she said she hadn't almost immediately noticed the woman curve. It was a bit difficult to really see with her clothes in the way but Vanessa had quite the trained eye. 

"Olivia," she murmured under her breath, her eyes returning to the young woman's face. It was a fitting name for her.

She looked down at the photo, frowning deeply. She knew that man, better than she'd like too at that. He was in cahoots with the small group that tried to bring her down a little while back. Hell, he even had the nerve to try and fight her before turning tail. Vanessa sat up and lift the picture off the table with her thumb and forefinger, a look of disgust. Small flecks of light seemed to begin to fall from the fingers holding the photo.

"Interesting..." she murmured, leaning back in her seat and placing the corner of the photo in between her teeth as she watched Olivia. So, after killing one of her closest men, he went off and killed the friend of the girl sitting in front of her, both for reasons unknown. It was a strange situation to say the least.

When Olivia finished speaking, Vanessa watched her for a long moment in silence. 

"You know," she said softly, "this man is also responsible for the death of a very close...partner of mine. From the sounds of it, he killed your friend just after killing mine..." She pause, the edges of the photo singed and curling with a growing blackness as she tossed it back on the table. "Alright, here's the deal, love. We both want this man found and preferable have his head on a silver platter, correct? And you seem desperate enough to be willing to pay for any amount of information, so I'll cut you a nice little deal. We help each other in this hunt and in the kill but, instead of money, I get you for at the very least twelve hours. Preferable a bed would be involved but, if you don't swing that way, I'd be more than happy with a date." She flashed Olivia a charming smile and winked.