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Deirdre’s eyes didn’t stay focused on Dante for very long as they skimmed over the crowd as if searching for something…someone. The perfect target as always hard to find. The bartender slid a couple drinks across the bar which brought her attention back to Dante’s words. She met his gaze a moment as he spoke.

"Must be true... Great minds think alike." His words caused a smirk to pass across her face that could only be classified as a Deirdre trademark. She rarely smiled, and this was often the closest thing one could expect to one. A brow rose as he passed the shot to her before taking it in one hand and raising it up for a moment before to her lips letting the poison roll down her throat and afterwards placing the glass down.

“Thanks...” She near whispered as she broke contact with his eyes to return to scanning the crowd. “Hmm...”She smirked once again. “Place your bets, boy...Which pretty little fool in this place is going to be dinner tonight?” She in took a deep breath tilting her head and pivoting so her back was leant up against the bar and she had a better view. She knew better than to target a woman...She wouldn’t succeed in killing women therefore she’d never tried. Most simply just thought she preferred to feed from males. She glanced over at Dante once more.

“You know...sometimes I wish they put up a better fight.” She said almost slyly; she gave him a once over before pushing her body away from the bar and propelling herself towards the crowd. “See you later, love.” She said not bothering to look back; surely enough her words would hold true. Despite the way their organizations sometimes clashed she had never once conflicted with Dante in serious matters at least. If anything they’d worked together in the past if it would benefit both parties...