The Devil's Island (open)

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

The Devil's Island was one of the best, hidden clubs in the underworld. It was whispered that if you wanted it, you could find it there. And Alisa LeBeau just wanted to lose herself after having to deal with some hard truths from an ex-boyfriend. She did not tell Steve where she was going, or even Alistaire. This was a place she had to go to by herself.

Dressed in her work clothes (her typical white men's shirt, tie, pin striped vest with matching mini skirt, and her chess piece high heel stilettos), Alisa sat at the bar, hoping they had some moonshine or anything she could use to lose herself for a short bit of time.

"God, you would think they would have installed a fighting pit by now." She murmured to herself, downing the Russian vodka she had been given. "Hey! I asked for Moonshine!"

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[stolenlives]

It wasn't unusual for Jerrard to be present on the floor of the club at night. He preferred to keep control of his assets; hands on, as it were. If there was a problem, he wanted it taken care of immediately. The last thing he needed was cops in his bar, unexpectedly. Occasionally, he set up a 'raid' just to keep them on their toes. It was entertaining and made them think they were doing something useful.

He was leaning on the end of the bar, chatting up a very receptive redhead when he heard another female voice yelling at his bartender. Jerrard stifled a sigh and excused himself from his companion, moving down the bar to stand beside the strange woman.

"Unfortunately, we don't serve moonshine here. Our offerings are slightly more upscale." He smiled his crocodile smile, smooth French accent in sharp contrast. "Perhaps I can suggest a brandy or a wine?"

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

" French?" Alisa spoke in proper french (not Cajun french) and then raised an eyebrow at the man who had approached her. She pushed some auburn hair from her eyes and lazily crossed one of her legs over the other in front of him.

" A brandy would be nice. I just like the kick something like moonshine has. Especially since It has been such a rough day. Unless you have something more powerful?" She gave him a bit of a dark smile. "Might I ask your name? It is not often I run into someone who can speak my language."

[stolenlives]

"Mmm-hmm." It was on the tip of his tongue to say he'd had the language first, but he curbed the impulse. He'd actually found far too many people in this infernal town who spoke French. So much so that he preferred to conduct his business in other languages whenever possible. Pity Latin was so underused.

He waved over the bartender and ordered two glasses of a mid-level Brandy. "You can call me Jerrard. And you are?"

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"Alisa LeBeau. Charmed to meet you, Jerrard." She smirked, waiting for the bartender to return with their brandy. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, Jerrard?"

[stolenlives]

He rolled his shoulders in a shrug, edging one hip up on the nearest bar stool, elbow resting on the wood. "I noticed your displeasure with my bartender and decided to step in. I like for things to run smoothly in my bar."

If he could stop a problem before it became a genuine issue, all the better.

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"I suppose that is a good thing, for your bartender at least." Alisa grinned in a rather dark manner. " He gets to live and serve bar for another night, and my clothes get to remain clean. I think that is a decent win."

The tender came back with their brandy, and Alisa took a long sip of hers, before speaking again. This time, not in French.

"Either way, I would still have gotten some pleasure out of it all." Her grin became a little more impish, now. "Though let us be honest, it is never enough. I often find myself needing something a bit... more. What about you?"

[stolenlives]

Well. That escalated rather quickly. Jerrard raised an eyebrow, his charm going cold. "I'm afraid I don't appreciate your threatening my employee over something as ridiculous as a drink. If that's the sort of pleasure you're seeking, may I suggest you look elsewhere?"

He didn't give a damn about people as a general rule, but the ones who worked for him belonged to him. His property and he didn't allow anyone to break his toys.

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"Oh, did I hit a nerve?" She continued to grin. "I would apologize, but those are meaningless. Especially if the person giving them is not sorry for her actions."

Her eyes glowed red for a brief moment, taking in the rage Jerrard gave off. It made her smile more.

"Do not worry, I have no plans on damaging your employees." Her lips twisted into a smile. "Though I do have a question for you, Jerrard, as I now know you own this lovely establishment."

[stolenlives]

Jerrard wasn't enraged. Irritated, certainly. The one thing that annoyed him most in the world was a lack of class and as far as he was concerned, she was proving herself to be utterly devoid of anything remotely resembling class.

"You have hit nothing but the limit of my patience. I'd like you to leave, now, before I'm forced to have you removed." Whatever her question was, she could ask someone else.

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

That just made her night. She clapped her hands together and got up off her chair.

"Lovely. I like a good challenge! Let's see if you can actually have me removed or not." Alisa's face darkened. She was willing to challenge him on his words, or Alisa had finally come to a point where she did not care anymore.

[stolenlives]

"What exactly do you hope to accomplish with this display of idiocy?" Jerrard wondered aloud, not really caring about the answer. He looked over his shoulder and addressed the bartender. "Call the police and have this... lady... escorted out, please, James."

He leaned back against the bar, settling himself more comfortably on the stool and examining her from head to toe with a critical, unimpressed expression. In French, he continued. "You have the manners of a colicky infant coupled with the impulse control of a mangy alley cat. As if I'd cater to your childish tantrum? If you had even an iota of pride, you'd shut your gutter trash mouth and walk out of here."

A look of pity mingled with disgust appeared on his face and he shook his head slowly. "I know you won't, of course. That would require too much sense."

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"The police? Do you truly want a blood bath on your hands? I am sure they all have families, friends, people who give a damn. And yet you will call them and use them as cannon fodder?" She asked. " By the way, I have heard better insults from insults from Brooke Wyngarde. More entertaining as well."

The minute she felt one of the guards place a hand on her shoulder, she moved faster than anyone had seen before. She grabbed his hand and twisted his arm, breaking it in a rather horrific display, before throwing him down to the ground in agony. The next guard she punched so hard in the gut, he nearly threw up, and her elbow came down on his back, creating a "snapping" sound. She had managed to break some of his ribs with that blow.

"Pathetic security..." She muttered. " And I went easy on them, too."

[stolenlives]

"Oh, I'm without a doubt certain you've heard a great many insults. I'd be shocked if you heard anything else." Jerrard lifted a foot when his overzealous bouncer landed at his feet in a heap, sparing his new boots a splattering of blood. Good God, he missed the days of real villains. This was a sad display.

He rolled his eyes, watching the crowd start to disperse amid screams and oncoming sirens. Police rushed in -- surprisingly fast for local uniforms, he must be under surveillance again, how charming -- shouting for order and compliance. The night was officially over and he was not happy about it.

"Officers, this individual is making threats on the lives of my employees and maiming my bouncers. I'd like her removed." He glanced at Alisa. "And do not return."

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

" Really? This is more even more pathetic." Just as one officer was about to cuff her, she moved faster and got him to cuff his partner instead, she then took their nightsticks and knocked them both out cold with blows to the head. "Yeah, I doubt I will ever come back. Your brandy was sub-par and you lack a place for people to bet on illegal fights."

As two more Officers came in, Alisa gave Jerrard a salute, before disappearing. She literally ran past the cops, shoving them in the process. They fell over pretty hard, and were now as unconscious as the other officers. There was now no trace of her to be seen, as the other officers began to arrive and wonder what had just happened.

[stolenlives]

Jerrard rolled his eyes again, sliding off his barstool to begin damage control. He directed his bartender to make a copy of the surveillance video for the police, a photo of the perpetrator for himself, and call the wounded men's families. That done, he had the rest of his employees escort guests out and begin cleaning any damage.

Then he stepped outside to address the gathered media, showing the photo and offering a significant reward for anyone who helped the police capture her. He had all the rest of the night -- plus hundreds of years of experience, and a vicious imagination -- to plan how he'd make life difficult for her.