*At the start of a new night she gets dropped at the front of the place. Of course she dresses appropriately in black leather pants that lace all the way up the sides, a red satin corset top and a pair of black leather boots with spike heels. Her lips match her top and offer a smirk towards anyone who looks her way. She enters the place as if she owns it, not that she'd bother, too much on her plate already.

Hazel eyes scan the crowd, looking for Sam's crew only. Any leers or jeers are ignored and any touching of her body would result in broken hands, simple as that!*

Noone will touch Bellisa. The leaders always get first crack at the new girls. She will get a few leers and wolf whistles from the dozen or so leather clad men in the bar and outside.

The place seems to attract mainly rednecks and mountain folk, but there are a few cute farmers daughter types hanging about and fetching drinks.

The guys Bellisa is looking for are at a table. The one she would have known as Sams second in command; Max is now wearing the presidents jacket and seems to be dictating some new plans to his three luetenants. When he spots her approaching he will stop.

'Well well darlin, Looks like i wont have to come lookin for you...'

He says in his gruff voice.

*She eyes the guy sitting beside Max and jerks a thumb for him to move then she claims his seat and crosses her legs. Hands fold over her stomach as she shows a smile for Max.* You didn't think I would forget Sam's promise did you? I helped him, too bad not soon enough...got himself killed now didn't he. Yet I still claim my right to your services. *A pause as she awaits his response and it had better be good for her to make her next offer.*

'Sam showed a weakness we didnt anticipate and is no longer with us...'

Max says. The man Bellisa thumbed away wanders off, the other two get up and follow, not going far but giving Max and Bellisa at least some measure of privacy.

Max leans his elbows on the table. A monster compared to the petite Bellisa, but if he learned anything from Sam it was who he couldnt afford to underestimate...

'We are looking to move into the city and set up a bigger operation. Sam offered you our protection and muscle, I can extend the same offer, and we dont bend over for no pigs...'

*She nods slowly* I know, word travels... it's why I'm here. I will offer you my services in maintaining your... "Strengths". I even have a place you boys can claim as your own.. in return for your protection and muscle as you say.

The Banshee is run by my man Devin, you'll all be welcome and safe there of course, a warehouse to yourselves... my church as long as rules are followed...

'Most of my boys arent really the churchgoing types...'

Max admits. Her buisness is her buisness, shes already said the magic words.

'If you can set us up with twelve pints of the juice a month we will be your personal army. We can take care of our own digs, we wouldnt want to draw any undue attention to you and your people..'

I'm not the churchgoing type either *There is a dark glint in her eyes and a smirk moves over the red lips.* Once we know each other better perhaps I will share a few more of my plans and invite you and the boys in on them.

For now... *She hands him a small white card, her name and cell number printed in pen on it. Easier to carry blank cards, can add to them whatever is needed.* It's a done deal on the pints.