Bella Donna Boudreaux loves cooking and murder (poisonwine) wrote in wihh_logs,
She didn't jump, having noticed him coming in, both with her sneaky assassin skills, and her telepathy.
Beside, he didn't fit the decor of the bar, which was close to a college and suitably trashy.
"Bon nuit, Sylar," His name was a purr on her lips, and she canted her head so she could see him in her peripheral. Not bad. She'd certainly seen worse. And he was a star compared to the men surrounding her right then. "Come to keep a lost lil girl company?"
She smirked, and motioned to the bartender for her check.