[Gallagher]

As Elizabeth's bright eyes flicked over each of the patrons that evening, she caught sight of an odd flicker out of the corner of her eyes. When she looked over to where it had come from, however, she found nothing but a dark haired man and his companion. Was she there before? She pursed her lips slightly as she thought. After a second, and coming to a conclusion she almost wished she hadn't, she shook her head, ridding herself of the thought. It didn't matter.

Instead, the made her way to the bar, her hips swaying and boots clicking with every step that she took. She was already fishing out her wallet, either unaware or uninterested in what few looks she was actually given, when the barkeep stepped over. In lieu of asking what, exactly, she wanted, the man just raised a brow. It was good enough for Elizabeth. She flipped open her wallet, a leather number that was far past the point of looking nice anymore, and pulled out a photo. "I'm looking-" She set it on the counter and slid it across to the man. "-for this jerk. You seen him around here?"