Blood and Wine [Private]

It had felt like an eternity since Mythica had been to one of these places. In fact, the longer she thought about the more unsure Mythica had become if she actually had ever been to a club like this before. All around her people walked and talked. Some of them let the beverages get to their heads and as a result were creating quite the entertaining scene for those around them. The air stunk of alcohol  of varying kinds and it honestly made Mythica scrunch her nose a bit. She wasn't overly fond of the drink like mortals were. She supposed it was just her resistance to the effects it had on most people that alienated her from the beverage. In the end though, it made little difference to her. She wasn't here to drink after all... She was here to talk.

Mythica had picked a seat near one of the darker corners of the club. Situated in a nice little booth where the lights of the building were less violent. The woman sat there, staring down at the table as her fingers tapped silently. She wore nothing out of the ordinary, just her usual plane buttoned shirt and a black skirt to go along with it. Her lower body was complimented by long black tights with black shoes to match. The only odd thing about Mythica's current appearance was the faint glow from her yellow eye, hidden beneath raven bangs. A few people passed by, not paying Mythica that much attention and she returned the favor. Despite being surrounded by loud patrons she made little effort to acknowledge them. That was until a certain woman passed by her table.

Judging by the uniform Mythica guessed they were an employee. Mythica looked up to her and smiled politely as she passed her table, opening her mouth for the first time since she stepped in the building. "Excuse me, miss. Is the owner in?" She asked curtly. The employee stopped and looked at Mythica for a moment, put off by the odd question based on Mythica's younger looks. "I'm sorry, but the owner is normally very busy, miss. He doesn't have the time to talk to patrons at the moment." She responded with a smile that seemed rehearsed. Mythica's expression turned to dismay. "Awe that's a shame..." She said, looking back down at her hands as they rested on the table. "Can you at least tell him that I'm here to see him? I've got a business proposition." She asked again. The waitress sighed underneath her smile and nodded. "If time allows it. What was your name?"
"Not important. He'll know me when he sees me." Mythica responded through a innocent smile. The woman gave a faint smile before turning and walking away, rolling here eyes as she did...