The loud bumping pop music of the club rings through his ears as he skillfully maneuvers through the crowd. His movements match that of his reptilian calling. Like a snake he almost slithers through everyone, his blue and brown eyes catching the attention of some. He winks at the pretty girls and offers a nod to the guys he passes. Some smiling and others casting him aside. Once he reaches his destination of the bar he takes a seat, ordering a glass of scotch. He does not like to drink much, but hell it's a holiday for him.

There sitting at the bar was a young girl that was seventeen. Many knew who she was, but only those who sit on their lazy asses and watch TV - seeing commercials - and those who were into the fashion world. Being the model she was, she was quite famous for a young girl. Clairabella sat there all prim, ignoring men who were intoxicated by alcohol. She wore a very short black strapless dress and a pair of mocha brown knee high boots, staring at her glass of water. The song Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado was playing in the background, she mouthing the words as she played with the straw in her drink.

As he sips at his cirrhosis inducing beverage, Hunter scans the crowd for a somewhat familiar face. The usual drunk and dirty girl cross his path but he just waves them off with a glare and sometimes 'Sod Off' or 'Get Soaked'. He notices a girl sitting alone with a drink, listening to the song. He can tell that she knows it. He stands from his palace after paying for his drink and makes his way over to her, asking politely, "Is this seat taken, Miss?"

Hearing a voice, she looked over her shoulder; she was just as drop-dead gorgeous in person without the camera editing and what not. Her ocean blue eyes flashed down towards the empty seat next to her, and she slightly smiled. Dazzlingly it was. "No," she said, looking up at him and smiling. She wanted to say, does it look like it, but she didn't want to be a smart ass

Hunter nods his thanks and takes a seat. He peeks over for a second and thinks Where have I seen her before? but instead of being obvious he extends a hand for her to shake, "My names Damien... Yours?"

A bit shocked that he didn't know, yet a wave of relief flooded her. So not much has really changed. She smiled a bit wider, and extended her small right hand, slipping it into his, her soft hand shaking it. "Damien...Not a bad name. I'm Clairabella. Nice to meet 'ya," she said, smiling again and letting go of his hand. "I'm Luck Ace's top model, if you didn't know," she threw in as she took a sip of her water - just in case.

Hunter tips his head at her in a gesture of 'nice to know' before ordering another drink. While he waits for it to make its way over he decides to make general conversation, "Luck Ace, huh? Is that new?" He never was one for television anyways.

She shrugged, looking down and playing with her drink. She looked back up at him, slightly smirking. "I guess you could say that," she said, slightly laughing. She honestly didn't know how long it's been around. She looked around a bit, then looked back at him. "So do you do anything fun, job wise?" she asked, taking a sip of her water. She always had water before a beer for some reason.

He thinks for a second and nods, "I've had plenty of jobs. Some legal, others not so legal... I've done everything from A to Z. Minus the heinous ones." He takes a sip of the scotch he just received and sets it back down, "But in all honesty, I'm legit."

Clairabella smiled when the bartender gave her the Captn Morgan and pineapple mix. She pushed her water to the side abd took a sip of her new drink. "Sounds interesting. Mind naming one, if you're legit as you say," she said, grinning a bit before taking a sip.

He blinks and scratches the back of his head, "Delivery boy, Pool boy, Pizza boy, Hired hand, Body guard. That kind of thing."

Claire looked a bit impressed; she wouldn't have enjoyed going through so many jobs. "I would have killed myself if I had to go through so many jobs. But, you gotta' do what 'ya gotta' do," she said with a shrug before taking a sip of her drink and placing it down. The song Sexy Bitch by David Guetta came on. "Do you know how to dance?" she asked, just wondering. Most men she knew had no clue.

Hunter nods and stands, he had to learn for certain hits in his time during Assassination. A job that he still keeps to himself save a few other 'Guns', "Of course I can dance... Name the kind and I'll see of you can keep up!"

She laughed and stood up, her dress shorter than it actually looked like when she was sitting down. "Oh don't worry, I'll keep up just fine; let's just see what you can do," she said, giving him a wink and walking off to the dance floor, not looking back to see if he would follow; she looked pretty sexy in that short black dress and light brown boots.

Hunter follows with a smile plastered to his face, his head and shoulders bouncing along to the beat of the song. Before she is able to turn around, he already begins to dance within the crowd, almost losing himself in the beat. He feels at peace.