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[ Upon hearing the creak of the restroom door, Grell's head snaps up.

Pretty red hair mussed, eyeliner smeared, and top torn, she imagines that she must be an unnerving sight - especially out of breath as she is, and bent over an unconscious stranger bleeding from the head.

She stills, meeting the newcomer's eyes. ]

Lock the door behind you, mm?

[ It's said almost casually, and though it might be posed as a request, that clearly isn't the case. She's alert enough that she may be ready to turn on said newcomer next!

In fact, she's expecting that she'll have to. Seeing the other man seated at the bar earlier, he didn't seem to be particularly friendly - perhaps, even uncertain of the company at this particular club.

Yes, she remembers well, because she'd initially ignored him for it. As handsome as he is, she can't be bothered with a man that is unsure of what he wants! That's what she thought, but now, that may be her downfall. ]

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[ William wouldn't be able to claim that the sight didn't initially shock him. Who expects to see a murderer perched over their victim upon entering a public restroom? But his stoic demeanor only had his eyes widening for the briefest moment before narrowing almost dangerously. He could leave, but instead, his hand pushes the door closed behind him while he keeps his eyes locked on the sight. They flick between the girl and her prey before finally making full eye contact. The click of the lock is heard. ]

Seems you should have locked it behind you, to begin with.

[ He scolds, not a shred of fear to be heard in his tone. No, instead of cowering or pleading like anyone else at the club would have done, he's continuing into the stall as if he'd entered an empty restroom. ]

[ Exhaling, Grell's breath leads into a chuckle! ]

Seems so! After all, you naughty boys can't seem to keep your hands off of me.

[ Shaking of the initial surprise of the interaction, she kneels down over the body, as she'd intended. A big guy, perhaps not well built, but he clearly had a large frame and plenty of meat to fill it out.

Well, has. She's felt for a pulse, and there's still one there. The redhead scoffs! ]

Lucky bastard. Seems he's alive, anyway.

[ That doesn't stop her from patting down his pockets. A wallet. Perfect. Flipping it open, she immediately removes his identification card. Opening the folds to check for cash, she rolls her eyes whilst tossing away the condom she finds first! ]

[ Finishing his business, William emerges from the stall, approaching the sink. He watches her carefully as he soaps up his hands. ]

All of us? I don't recall laying a finger on you.

[ A paper towel carefully pads his hands dry, all the while, her movements are studied. She's feisty and unpredictable, and rather messy in her execution. It has him scoffing at her. ]

Luck plays no part in it. You're simply a novice.

No. You haven't.

[ Seeming to pay him no mind, she replaces his wallet and searches for more. A plastic bag with some hash - eh, that goes back. A pocket knife? Interesting, she'll keep that, too.

Wait. What did he say?

With a flutter of the lashes, she leers up at him. ]

A novice? What, have we a expert on murder in our midst?

[ He simply shakes his head. What that means as an answer is undecernable. A professional should never openly out themselves, after all. ]

As I said, a novice.

[ The towel is tossed in the bin, and he fearlessly turns his back on her, exiting the room without another word. ]

[ Cursing under her breath as he turns to grab that door handle, she's up on her feet-- but it's too late, he's opened the door!

Alright, she must think! This isn't over, between - as the ID reads, "Reginald McFergins" - and she, but she's got a witness that has left the restroom, of which there is a camera on the door.

The best course of action would be casually follow William out of the restroom. Her fingers quickly knot the tear at her shirt, in an attempt to look intentional. ]

You think you're going to leave, just like that?

No. I am getting a drink first.

[ He doesn't even bother glancing back to her to acknowledge her words. And the music in the club is so loud she may not have even heard him. But he doesn't seem to care either way as he signals the bartender for his usual, then casually pulls his phone out to occupy himself while he waits. ]

[ Oh, it might be slight, but she hears! With a visible huff, she follows behind - and bends over the bar, leaning in close. She'll be damned if he ignores her! ]

Preceeding what, exactly?

[ Once such words are spoken against his ear, her attention turns to the bartender, waving him down. ]

I'll take what he's having. Oh, also, there's a drunk stumbling around in the closet, harassing occupants and such. Clearly can't handle his liquor. Best to get someone on that, before he hurts himself.

[ He doesn't bother answering her question, already quite peeved that she's tagging along behind him. But he does look up when she addresses the barkeep and spouts her little story to him. And once their drinks arrive, he'll tuck his phone away and regard her with the shortest nod. ]

Simple, but effective.

[ With a perplexed knit of her brows, Grell gives an amused breath through her lopsided grin. ]

Yes, well. It's so easy to get oneself into trouble in a place like this, isn't it?

[ He takes a healthy sip of his drink. ]

Honestly, you seem like someone who seeks out trouble.

Oh, I do.

[ Meeting his eye, her grin widens considerably! Slipping into the seat next to him, she props one pretty heeled foot at the base of William's stool whilst she finally picks up her drink to do the same. Pulling a face, she exhales sharply, a hand over her mouth as she laughs. ]

Oh, that's right rank! You asked for this?

[ And yet, she's taking another drink! ]

[ If William was one to chuckle he just may have at that reaction. Instead he raises and eyebrow, rather unimpressed. ]

As did you.

[ That comes with a mild shake of her head. ]

A mistake I won't make again.

[ Turned to him like she is it allows her to lean against the bar, resting an elbow atop. She idly draws her nails under her chin while looking William over. ]

So, what brings you here tonight?

[ Seems she's fully latched on at this point so he may as well make conversation. Nothing else seems all too interesting, tonight. ]

Allowing myself some social interaction. A rarity.

For one that desires social interaction, you've been lacking in the socialization department, don't you think?

[ With a tick of the brow, she hums! ]

Unless you've been browsing for a fuck. That would make sense for you, I suppose! Less about fun, more on efficiency, mn?

I see. So you've kept your eyes on me this evening.

[ How else would she know how social he's been. He finds the fact rather amusing as he wouldn't think he'd be her type. ]

I suppose I cannot argue the rest.

[ With a shameless little shrug, she smiles on! ]

You're a handsome man, albeit-- misplaced, I suppose.

[ Idly, she takes another sip, wrinkling her nose at the drink. ]

I confess, I mistook your apathy as hesitation, and thought it to be a bit trite.

[ A purr of a hum, as she licks over her lips, then. ]

I hope you can tell me how delightfully wrong I was.

Misplaced? Interesting.

[ He swirls his drink idly before taking a sip. ]

I've spoken with a few ladies, this evening. No one has particularly piqued my interest.

[ Whether or not he's referring to her, as well, is unclear. ]

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[ A chuckle. ]

My, it must take someone truly special to impress you.

[ Tilting her head, she peers up at him from beneath her thick red lashes. ]

Or grant a reaction at all, it seems.

I will admit to being very selective.

How about yourself, then? You don't seem like you'd be nearly as particular. Yet, you wanted nothing to do with a man who was obviously interested.

[ He glances to the restrooms where a security guard is lugging the half conscious man out. ]

[ Grell scoffs into her drink whilst finishing it off. She sets the glass aside. ]

Darling, he was interested in humiliating a-- freak of nature, as he put it.

[ Oh. That gets William's eyes to narrow dangerously. ]

And yet he comes to a place such as this?

[ His cold glare watches as the guard tosses the man out onto the sidewalk. While his voice was rather bland before, it now holds an icy tinge of disgust. ]

[ A brow faintly quirks in interest, as Grell watches him more closely! ]

Yes, well, queer folk can be just as prejudiced as the rest. Unfortunately.

[ Reaching into her back pocket, she pulls out the man's ID, which she had pilfered from his pockets. ]

He, however, won't be putting his hands on another lady.

[ She taps his address with a smirk, before pocketing it again. Just in case he gets the idea to take it from her! ]

Disgusting, really.

[ Grell slips the card away before William can focus on the address (the dim lighting of the bar doesn't help much either.) It causes him to huff and furrow his brow, but her little insinuation that it won't be over for the man as him more intrigued by this woman than he was moments before. ]

What are you planning, then?