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The music could be heard, muffled through the walls of countless clubs and bars, the sharp clicking of boots breaking the silence. Most places had switched to a calm music, but there was one place, the neo diva, that still blasted out loud music. The owner, or at least wearer of the black stiletto boots reached out a paleskinned hand to open the door, the music blasting loudly in her face as the fulltime drunks stumbled around the club. It was four in the morning, most people were calming down, and hitting up this spot. At the door, Marika was stopped and carded by Luis, an all muscle dark man the size of two. She called out over the music, even though it wasn't as larming as could be "I'm here for Malile? She works here?" Luis nodded "she hasn't showed up yet". Marika frowned, walking down the stairs and picking up her phone, calling her sister. There was no answer... She shrugged, Mali was a notorious over sleeper, and not the best at keeping deals, there was no need to rapport her missing just yet. She walked through the door, and up to the bar, ordering herself a beer and seating herself at a high chair, resting her heels on the frame of it. She took of her red leather jacket and placed on the bar, brushed some invisble dust of her dark blue jeans and straightened her black halterneck top, looking around the bar, letting all the characters sink in. Mali wouldn't probably be in soon she figured.