Picking up a bit of cash

She had to admit, the bar wasn't her favorite place to be, mostly because people weren't as stupid here as they were out in the muggle world. But once in a while she needed some fun with Wizards, they made her life more challenging, and more entertaining at the very least. Sitting at a table, Zara leaned back in her seat, her legs crossed high up, so that her legs were shown off pretty well for the entire room to see that she was wearing black tights and much to tall heels.

Her cloak was open to show that she was wearing a tight black skirt, that barely covered the point, and a tight halter top, with a belt around her middle, showing off just how skinny she really was. Her cloak trailed from her shoulders, down across the back of her chair and to the floor, long and ebony, she was smoking hot, and she knew it.

She looked around the slightly crowded bar, taking in the normal customers, making note of the people who visited regularly, and the people who she never saw here. Picking her target, one person at a time.

Alder walked into the pub. It was over-crowded with loud-mouthed patrons. He rolled his eyes and got a seat isolated from everyone else. He was unfortunate enough to have a table right in front of some tramp who had the obvious intentions of showing herself off to the stupid men just to get their money. He took a dirty look at her and turned back around. She looked like a Death Eater but he hadn't seen her at the last meeting so he couldn't really care less about her.

Alder just sat there in silence until the waitress came. "Vodka," he told her. "And don't take too long."

Zara's eyes followed a man as he entered the bar, sat down, and threw her a dirty glare. She could feel the hair on the back of her neck stick up, and she knew what that meant.. Death Eater. Without even caring, she stood up, abandoning her table and waltzed right over to his, sitting down neatly across the table from him and reclining back in her seat, getting comfortable.

"You know, it's not nice to throw dirty glares at people." She said with a smirk, signaling to the waitress to make it two vodkas."There are some people who would take offense to that and be very, very upset." She said, throwing a look up at him, before leaning forward at the table, tilting her head to the side. "So what's your name sweetheart? Or are you above telling someone like me that tidbit of information?" She gestured down to the way she was dressed and smirked, clasping her hands in front of her on the table, her eyes fixed on his.