Who: Belle and Sylar
What: Drinking, dancing, possibly sex.
Where: Albuquerque
Warnings: language, adult behavior. pg13 for now, with a possible increase.

Belle tapped her nails on the bar as she waited for her companion. It had been a long day, and she was eager to work off some frustration. She'd been given the name of a good jazz club, and discovered the keys to a Saturn in her purse. It wasn't flashy, but that suited her best, in a way. She enjoyed flashy cars, but they were too conspicuous for her tastes.

She drank another whiskey, and contemplated the idea of going outside to smoke. It was ridiculous, but no sense getting in trouble over a stupid law like that.