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[poisonwine]

Belladonna, beautiful and powerful leader of the Assasin's guild walks into the bar. She looks around, slightly confused. "Luc! You done somet'in' with the bar

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[bprd_agent_red]

Hellboy is walking up to take a seat at the bar himself and overhears her order. "Southern Comfort, sounds good ta me. Bar, get me one of those, my size."

He sits down beside the woman and accepts the glass that appears, giving her a nod before taking a drink.

[poisonwine]

Belle smiles graciously, after a moment, anyway. "What c'n I say? We do t'in's better in the south." A winning, if not a bit sly, smile shines up at him.

[bprd_agent_red]

"So I hear." Hellboy grins. "Only been down that way a few times myself. The gators can get kinda playful. Zombies too."

[poisonwine]

Belle laughs like windchimes, high and light. "De gators are a problem, I admitt. . .but zombie goo f'r paintin' houses 'n' chores like that."

She takes a drink before continuing. "So where exactly are you from?"

[iustus_rex]

There's a young man at a table not too far away, sketching busily. Not too busily to glance around the room, though.

The blond woman has an interesting face, not to mention an unusual outfit, and there's a regal tilt to her head as she surveys the bar; he might draw her, Edmund thinks absently, if he weren't already working on this lake scene.

[poisonwine]

Belladonna notices him in her constant but low key sweeps of the room. Perhaps she'llwander over after her drink and try to see what he's drawing.