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The loud, repetitive back beat of the club's music was starting to irritate her. If vampires could still get headaches, Lita would definitely have one by now. Still, the woman wore a smile as she sat on the arm of a deep red, plush colored chair, secured by an arm that was wrapped around her waist as she sat next to Javier, the right hand man of Fernando; a well known street gang thug. My, how far she had sunk since becoming a vampire.

Lita couldn't honestly tell if the two were legitimately dating, just *******, or using the other for any potential the other might have. In the end, it honestly didn't matter to her and she came to figure it was the latter of the three possibilities. In the end, either scenario came back to the idea of using the other for something. Be it just for sex, social standing, protection, etc, etc. The list could go on and on.

Lita was wearing a v-neck and back dress, in her favorite color; rojo. The material is crisp and form fitting, accentuating what few curves the woman had as she sat there, posed as some prized possession of Javier's. Maybe she was, maybe she wasn't, but for now Lita would enjoy the ride for as long and as far as it would take her.

Adelita would never understand how anyone could appreciate this type of music. You could barely hear what the person was singing about because their lyrics were lost in fits of angry screaming and heavy bass. Still, she endured it, because this was part of it all. Making appearances with Javier, who had to make sure everyone knew he was still around and that he ran things on the street.

Red painted lips brushed against his earlobe before she spoke softly in his ear. "I'm going to get a drink." Not a single word of Spanish was spoken, which was rare for Adelita, as she preferred to use some of her home language, as her lips fell on the very earlobe she whispered in to. Lita didn't wait for Javier to protest her desired escape before she stood and blew a kiss in his direction. She moved to the bar, but was loosely followed by one of Javier's men, as a security precaution, he would often tell Adelita, but she knew better. As strong as Javier wanted everyone to believe he was, the male was very insecure. Or, he just knew Lita could do better if she desired to do so.

When she arrived at the bar, Lita tapped her black, slightly chipped fingernails on the counter top as she waited for a tender to arrive, so she could place her order. Nimble fingers moved to sweep a few wayward strands of brown hairs behind her ear before the female bar tender arrived and took her order. A glass of wine was ordered, not the most expensive one, but not the cheapest either. Eyes looked around to the guy that was standing against a wall, his attention elsewhere when he recognized there was no threat in Lita talking to a female bar tender. The woman took the opportunity to collect the drink as quickly as she could and move away from the bar. Away from the overbearing male and away from Javier.

Now, Lita could do her work. what Javier didn't know was that Lita was stealing from him. Drugs, and petty cash to keep her life style comfortable. Drugs, from his own personal stash and enjoyment, and cash from the same dresser drawer his drugs could be found in. Frostbite was its street name, because it left your tongue tasteless, but tingly for hours as the form of acid worked its magic on the user.

She stood, back against a wall as she scanned the crowd for any potential clientele. When eye contact was made with a male that rubbed his nose before taking a step in her direction, Lita lifted a finger and invited him over towards her. "Looking for a good time, baby?" He grinned and grabbed at her, believing her offer was something else at first. "I meant this." She showed him the bag of pills with the street gang's symbol printed on it with a dissolvable dye. "Cinco dollars for uno pill." She held up a single, index finger, reinforcing the fact she was just giving him one pill. Unfortunately, for Lita as she worked her charm, she neglected to keep an eye out for the brute that was stuck on her like flies on caca.

Once Lita had asserted that she wasn't what was for sale, the transaction went by smoothly. He recognized the label of the product and bought not one pill, but seven. Hopefully, he wasn't going to take all seven at once. Not because Adelita cared for his well being, but because he had just given her more money than she originally had on her. He could be a very lucrative client further on down the road.

"Gracias, señor." Adelita smiled at him, slipped a cheap, stark white and rather plain boring business card with her contact details in his hand along with the pills and went on her way to find any other potential client base in the club tonight.

Just as she rounded a pillar, Lita's nose came crashing in to the male she neglected to keep an eye on. Literally. He grabbed at her wrist and started speaking to her in rapid Spanish. Over the sound of music and how quiet he was being, in what Lita suspected was fear of someone hearing what he said (though, she doubted many people in Canada spoke Spanish, let alone understood Spanish at the rate he was speaking it), Lita could only make out half of what he was saying. From what she could understand, when the music became softer at various intervals, was that he had seen everything. She was apparently a 'thief,' and that Javier wasn't going to be happy with her.

"Let go of mi, idiota." Lita spat out at the man before he tightened his hold on her wrist. No one seemed to notice, which wasn't unusual for the scene they were at. Everyone was busy having fun with either booze, drugs or the company of someone else, that they were absorbed in their own worlds.

She knew she should be careful when using vampire powers. Remington and Godric were both clear about that, but when it came to her survival, Lita didn't care. She wasn't against using any tactic she needed to, to escape. Lita dug her heels in the floor of the club and started yanking her wrist back. Her voice grew louder and panicked as she drew on the fear she felt if she was faced with Javier. She dug her nails in the flesh of the male's arm, thrashed her body and arms around when she could and finally, got the attention of people in the immediate area.

A couple men stood and started to defend Adelita. Or at least come to her defense. A few women were egging their counter parts on, pushing them to help what appeared to be some woman who was being manhandled by her boyfriend, an ex, or just some creep. It didn't matter, they just knew Adelita needed help and she was putting up an excellent front on being terrorized by this male. Soon, about a dozen people were between her and the male, making it easy for her to slip off the other way as the mob rushed the guy.

She hadn't gotten too far when a male was in front of her and handing out a business card. Lita stopped, only because that wasn't completely expected. A quick hand went out to take the card, her fingers tracing over the name and the number on it. As if she were familiarizing herself with the name of the person in front of her.

His forward, and abrupt nature amused her and it showed on her features. Which one of the phrases to address first? The statement or the question? The woman slipped the card inside her little purse and continued observing the male. He certainly didn't look like your typical dealer. Then again, what did a blood dealer look like, exactly? Lita knew she shouldn't bat a lash at the idea of anyone speaking about blood and all things vampires, but she had honestly had enough of the city. She could laugh him off. Call him crazy, or just flat out ignore him. She did what she thought was the right way to feed; one human around, look for cameras, but still, she was always, always revealed as being a vampire. It didn't help that Lita hadn't quite transformed in to a vampire. Not with the absence of fangs, or so that was what she believed.

"It's called Frostbite." She pulled a pill out from the little baggy is was in and showed it to him. The display didn't last long, just long enough for him to see the white, round pill before her hand closed and it was engulfed in her closed palm. The bag was put in the same purse his card was in as she weighed her options. In her purse was a couple hundred dollars. That was supposed to last her until she could replace it with the money she earned from selling Javier's pills. Yet, the idea of dismissing someone that could benefit her significantly wasn't something she intended on doing either. "Maybe we could work something out? Si?" The woman asked as she lifted her left shoulder in a singular shrug as she let the offer reside between them.

The auburn woman didn't hesitate to agree to go somewhere more quiet. It made sense for two reasons. One, after the mob calmed down, someone would be looking for her. Javier himself, if not his men. Two, she had an illegal narcotic on her. Lita was risky, but not stupid.

"Absolutely." She nodded with a smile, before the woman walked both briskly and confidently towards the door of the club. What was left there could be replaced, the only thing that mattered to her was the clothes on her back, the drugs and her life. Not necessarily in that order, but the other things could be replaced once she moved enough drugs and furthered her Canadian contacts.

Every ten steps or so, Lita would stop to see if the male was following her and flash him another small smile. Was she flirting? Not necessarily, but it didn't hurt to smile when you did business. It seemed to put people at ease.

Only when they got outside without any further issues would Lita slow down and walk next to the man. "So tell me, how long have you been doing this for?' She inched in closer to him, her head inclined towards him as she really looked him over. The club certainly hadn't done him any justice with the lighting, or lack of. A thought she would keep to herself, of course. "There's a McDonald's two blocks over there." Adelita pointed to the direction she was talking about. "I'm hungry." She confessed, then looked at him when she realized how that might sound. "I like their french fries." She professed before looking away.

It wasn't exactly classy as someone might suggest coming from a woman like her, but it was the truth. Having been home schooled and cooked for her entire life, the fact she could eat after becoming a vampire and being set loose in a country she knew nothing about was quite the experience for the Spanish woman. "My name is Adelita, by the way...Lita for short." Lita held out her small hand to the male as she introduced herself to him. If they were going to be doing business together (and hopefully for more than tonight), it only seemed fair they knew the other's name.

The male didn't ask any questions about the food. He didn't even blink at the casual mention of it. Which told Lita that he knew some things about vampires. How much? She didn't know. She didn't care either. The arrangement was too opportunistic to toss away.

She had seen the name on the card, but seeing and hearing a name were two very different things. "Very nice to be meeting you, Robin." The 'R' was rolled, as customary to those of Hispanic origin. And since they were going to be doing business together (hopefully more than one night), Lita felt that it was more than fine to address him by his first name.

She didn't say anything else about their arrangement or the drugs she had as Lita walked up to the counter and ordered a Sprite and fries. While she waited for her order, Lita went to the condiments section and grabbed three packs of Ketchup and a pack of mayonnaise. Then, Lita proceeded to squeeze all the ketchup on the paper on the tray and followed with the same thing for the mayonnaise. The fries were put on the tray, along with the soda she filled herself, and she started to move to a section that was vacant.

Lita didn't say another word until she was sitting, took a fry and mixed the ketchup and the mayonnaise together. Then she bit the tip off to see if it tasted how it should and finally sat back in the booth, her amber colored orbs on him. "For our arrangement to work, I feel honesty is key. That is good business. Don't you?"" Lita inquired after she swallowed down the fry she had chewed into mush seconds ago. She kept her eyes on him to observe his facial features, her ears wide open for any subtle body changes in Robin. Breathing, and heartbeat, mostly.