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[So very OPEN.]
Despite her profession, paranoia was not one of Bela Talbot's flaws. Yes, she was careful, and she was always making sure that she was one step ahead of everyone else, but as for thinking the world was out to get her -- she never gave it a second thought. Except for when the world really was out to get her because she had managed to acquire herself a gun that could kill anything. Even then, though -- she wasn't all that worried. After all -- she did have the gun that could kill anything. And she was good at keeping an eye out. To top it all off, she had found a bar in Los Angeles that could make a better-than-decent martini.
As far as her night was going? Things were looking up.
A news report flashed across the screen about how authorities were still looking for leads in the police station explosion back in Colorado, and Bela sent up a silent toast for the souls involved. She really did feel terrible about sending the poor Winchesters to the slaughter like that, but a girl had to do what a girl had to do. She had to get them off her tail, and the police force was the most effective way she knew how. Had she known the station was going to explode -- well, she might have offered a word of warning of some kind. Just so they could keep their eyes open.
Taking another sip of her drink, she settled back against the bar, glancing around the room and the different faces, looking to see if there was anyone who looked any manner of interesting or entertaining, and just relaxing, for the first time in what felt like forever.
Despite her profession, paranoia was not one of Bela Talbot's flaws. Yes, she was careful, and she was always making sure that she was one step ahead of everyone else, but as for thinking the world was out to get her -- she never gave it a second thought. Except for when the world really was out to get her because she had managed to acquire herself a gun that could kill anything. Even then, though -- she wasn't all that worried. After all -- she did have the gun that could kill anything. And she was good at keeping an eye out. To top it all off, she had found a bar in Los Angeles that could make a better-than-decent martini.
As far as her night was going? Things were looking up.
A news report flashed across the screen about how authorities were still looking for leads in the police station explosion back in Colorado, and Bela sent up a silent toast for the souls involved. She really did feel terrible about sending the poor Winchesters to the slaughter like that, but a girl had to do what a girl had to do. She had to get them off her tail, and the police force was the most effective way she knew how. Had she known the station was going to explode -- well, she might have offered a word of warning of some kind. Just so they could keep their eyes open.
Taking another sip of her drink, she settled back against the bar, glancing around the room and the different faces, looking to see if there was anyone who looked any manner of interesting or entertaining, and just relaxing, for the first time in what felt like forever.