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J'aime Everleigh Cavanaugh | Meg Giry (ex_peepshows656) wrote in bellumlogs,

The woman that walked in and loosened her scarf drew James' interest even before she approached the bar. Primarily because she was alone, and very much did not look like the type that frequented clubs like this for her own devices. So this must be Ella.

The bartender wiped down the counter, and James watched keenly from the corner of her focus as he regarded Ella with a gruff, cold eye. "Dancer named James, hm. You know, I don't think I've heard of her." The man's steely, creased eyes slid down to where aforementioned James was sitting a few stools down, and he casually flipped the bar rag onto his shoulder as he called out to her. "Hey, pain in the ass, you heard anything about a dancer named James?"

"Only that she's the best in the city.." She replied coolly, smiling without looking up from the task at hand. In the course of Ella's distraction, James had set to work on loading up a bar napkin with a half a dozen different wedges of orange and lime.

The bartender, finally noticing what she was up to, came rushing over in a break of the cold character act he'd given Ella. "Goddamnit, James!"

Laughing, she hopped out of her stool and cruised alongside Ella, gesturing to her with a piece of fruit to lure her from the bar. "You must be Ella. Want to get a table? Or would you be more comfortable somewhere else?"