Midnight Brawl

Jelly licked her lips as she sat in the corner of the bar, sipping her appletini as she looked out over the bar. She saw her target sitting alone at a table, a gaunt man in a rumpled suit, looking over some papers. Stanley Jellar, an up-and-coming biochemist.
And a soon to be corpse.

She didn't know why exactly her current employer wanted him gone, maybe he was stepping on someones toes in the industry, or maybe he just pissed off the wrong person. Either way...

She fingered the handle for one of her knives, looking around at the other patrons before her eyes settled on a loud bunch of patrons, her eyes widening. They would do nicely, yes. She stood up and sashayed over to the bar and sent a shot of whiskey over to the table.

The bartender delivered a shot, informing the rowdy bunch that it was from the girl at the bar, and for the 'hot one'. The men began to argue, and naturally someone threw a punch. Like flipping a switch, it was on.

Nearly the entire bar was either in the brawl, or watching. It made it childs play to stroll over behind her target and drive her blade through the base of his spine. The kill was quick and clean, and Jelly was on her way out moments later, the fight escalating in the background. A smile spread over her face as she flicked the blood off her blade, relishing in the gleam. The wolf inside was satisfied, for now.

@Saber

Just before Jelly could slip out of the bar, she was stopped by a taller male who was holding a pair of bottles. Her face spread into a matching smile as he tilted his head and greeted her. Ah, the perfect escape!

Jellys tail started to wag a bit behind her as she started to bat her eyelashes, turning and puffing her chest out slightly to emphasize her bust.

"Oh~ For lil' ol me? Why, you shouldn't have." She took the beer from him, smiling broadly as she sipped it.

"What brings you around here, Ma stratégie d'évasion?"

She asked, banking on her flirting to get her an excuse out of the bar. That, and this hunk of blond muscle didn't appear to to be anything resembling French. She hadn't met many people on this island who spoke her families native language, which was surprising to her seeing as it was the language of love but, hey.

If you've got it, Flaunt it.

@Saber

"Perhaps I could convince you to leave with me, its a beautiful night, perfect for a stroll."

Jelly batted her eyelashes, playing into her 'swooned damsel' routine perfectly. How lovely, he was sitting here offering her the out she wanted. He wasn't exactly her type, a bit too muscular but she was sure she'd be able to figure something out. If worst came to worst she could escape to her saferoom if worst came to worst.

"Monsieur Corvo, would you be a dear and escort me home? It is after all a lovely night, but it's ever so eerie for a young girl like moi to be walking home alone." She batted her eyelashes and extended her hand to the larger man, seeming much like royalty as she introduced herself.

"Jessabelle Fontaine de La Roche, the pleasure is mutual, i'm sure Monsieur Corvo."

@Saber

Jelly laughed daintily at the way Corvo had kissed her knuckles, and she played into the role she had taken by taking his arm and leaning into the taller male. She continued to laugh at his compliments, batting a hand at his chest as her tail wagged back and forth. She leaned into Corvo as they walked, slowly leading the warrior in the vague direction of her apartment building. Things were going swimmingly so far.

"Ooh, well after my family passed away in an accident, I had nowhere else to go."

She let her voice hitch as she explained it, not technically lying. Once her families estate burned down, she took the insurance money and left. Couldn't go home if there wasn't a house there, after all.

"This island is magnifique~ Such lovely sights~."

She almost purred as she ran a hand over his chest, her tail whipping around behind her as she walked along with Corvo.

@Saber