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]

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.