Shiva was beginning to suspect there would be no attack.
They'd told her there might not be, as if that was an incentive. Most of the reason to have her there was a deterrent, they'd explained. The meeting going on in the back of the club was between two rather twitchy parties. Her job was to stop any trouble that might show up. It'd keep them all honest, they'd said, and she'd be well compensated for her time. She'd agreed, figuring it wouldn't be any less interesting than whatever she would otherwise do with her evening.
As it turned out, American clubs were not her thing. The music was loud and the lights were irritating and it smelled like sweat and sex. She'd worn a dudou and jeans to try to fit in while still being comfortable enough to fight, but really, this just wasn't her kind of place.
They should have hired Cheshire. She was more suited to this sort of trashy environment. No, she would have poisoned half the club by now. Nevermind.
Shiva glanced around, watching people move to see if anyone here had martial arts training. Only brawlers so far, but one never knew. And besides, it's not like she had anything better to do.