A few hours before lunch.
[Outfit]

Even though Miss Beatrix Dark was suppose to be meeting up with Vincent Pennyapple at the Three Broomsticks, she decided to stalk down an old crush of hers. She didn't have to meet up with the charming boy until later, anyways. Might as well snag her personal time for one of those self-destructive adventures Bea always seemed to have. They were fun, but definitely not good for the small girl's mental stability. From flashing her Potion's professor and witnessing her former Headmaster get attacked by a werewolf... Beatrix would probably remember the adventures when she's eighty and have a heart attack.

Beatrix could only find this man, though, through a popular club called "Signature". She had never really been inside it before... Mainly because she was underage. Clubs tended to not let in fifteen year old girls. But Bea wasn't just ANY fifteen year old girl, she was a very, very short fifteen year old girl! Whilst some promiscuous looking girls (And strangely, a guy) were trying to persuade the... Whatever the two men in front of the doors were, Beatrix slipped right into the club without a word. A very fun song was playing and no one was dancing, which was really, really weird in Beatrix's mind. She didn't understand adults.

After a small search from where she was standing, Beatrix did her best "grown-up" walk towards the bar. It did look a lot like what she had seen the pretty ladies on the street do, but Bea was still a small thing. Then again, there WAS a lot of small girls in the club. In more ways than one. At least Beatrix wasn't lacking in all areas. She sat down at the bar and looked around for any signs of the man she was stalking. Still, nothing.

The bartender asked if she wanted anything, "Um, yeah, sure. I'll have a strawberry... Daiquiri..." She paused, trying to think of the grown-up word for 'I don't want to get drunk today'. "Virgin, please." The bartender told her there was no such thing. She said "Huh? Whatever." after she realized she had no idea what he just said and he left her by herself. She could had just said a drink that she actually knew, but she was suppose to be Seventeen. She was too 'adult' to care.

After a moment, the bartender placed her drink down and she quickly checked how much it was. It was pretty freaking expensive. "I could have made this myself on the way here..." She sighed and took a sip from the fancy-shmancy glass. She really didn't like the taste and set it aside, never to be touched again. Beatrix had a very bad feeling in her gut, she was afraid she would be caught and was afraid that she was wasting her time. Or maybe it was because she accidentally took a sip from an alcoholic drink. Either way, the daiquiri remained untouched.

It was Hallowe'en, and true to his customers' wants and needs, Finn had decided to dress up. As had all of his staff. Each member of staff had their own choice of costume. Finn himself went for the Phantom of the Opera look, complete with black cloak (of which he had many) and half white mask.

Honestly, he was quite enjoying his new persona. There was something odd about how costumes were able to completely transform someone's personality and make them more confident. It was with this new found energy that Finn swished his way through the bar area, nodding momentarily at a young woman sitting at the bar looking at her drink as though it had just hexed her.

Finn stopped and turned slowly on the spot towards her. His eyes narrowed very slightly and his brows pinched together as he realised he recognised her. Making his way slowly towards her, he tried to make his face look as normal as possible, a smile for every customer as always. "Good morning!" He offered brightly, pulling a stool over. "Do you mind?" He motioned to the stool - heaven forbid he should sit down without the person next to him actually wanting him to.

"Good morning!"

Beatrix rolled her eyes and turned to the voice, very much ready to tell whoever it was to bugger off (Since she was only there for one person, anyways) when she realized that it was the exact person she was looking for. Beatrix couldn't believe how easy that was. "Good morning to you, too." Beatrix smirked and tried to sound mature. She didn't do a bad job, but she still sounded like a tiny little thing. It wasn't Bea's fault that she talked like a cutesy woman.

"Do you mind?"

She blinked at the man in front of her, completely shocked that he was actually speaking to her... And offering to sit next to her! Beatrix could hardly believe what was happening. "G- Go ahead, be my guest..." She shrugged, "Or... Well... I'm your guest, but... Oh... Just sit." Beatrix sighed and began grumbling to herself about how she was acting like a fool. The bartender approached her and she leaned in, asking for the drink to be sent away. Whatever they did with it, Beatrix wasn't there to judge. She just wanted the thing away from her.

"Anyways..." Beatrix turned to Finn, smiling sweetly, "Can I help you? It's not often an owner of a club approaches little old me." Well, it never happened before since this was basically the first time she had been in a club. Besides a few other instances that were more like birthday parties and whatnot. She took in her environment and sighed. Finn was a very lovely man, even if he was wearing a mask over half his face. Beatrix didn't understand why he would do such a thing, not being to informed on muggle plays and stories.

Finn smiled and took the stool as the young lady next to him grumbled to himself. Chuckling as she asked how she could help him, he shook his head. "Oh, I doubt you could help with any of my problems." He grinned and shot a wink in her direction, lifting a hand up and pulling the mask off his face. "That's better," he exclaimed with a sigh, rubbing the side of his face that had been so irritated by the half-mask.

He looked back at the girl, putting the mask on the bar. "I like your costume." He stated, waving his hand at the bartender who immediately went to fetch a glass of water. "Though I'm unsure as to what you're supposed to be." His brow knitted slightly as he appraised the luminous colours she was sporting. The bartender set the glass of water down and eyed the girl warily. Finn cocked an eyebrow at him subtly as he took the glass of water and sipped the cold liquid.

"Oh, I doubt you could help with any of my problems."

Beatrix's eyebrows shot up. "Oh?" She said, a small smirk lingering behind her lips. It had to be a joke... Finn Grosvenor didn't have problems. He was perfect, with his fancy-pants lifestyle and good looks. He was the greatest man unearthed... Though Beatrix basically said the same thing about Vinnie... Well, she would just ignore that fact for now. "I can give it a try, if ya' like. I may not be the most helpful person..." She paused and smiled, sweetly, at the man, who had now taken off his mask. "Um..." She bit her lip and averted her eyes. He was just soooo dreamy.

"I like your costume. Though I'm unsure as to what you're supposed to be."

Costume? What costume? Bea wasn't wearing a costu-- Did he think she was dressed up as something? Beatrix quickly looked down at her outfit to see if everything was in order. Of course, everything was... What was he talking about? "I'm not exactly..." She paused and turned to Finn, "I'm not wearing a costume, sorry..." She still attempted to maintain her suave, mature voice. Beatrix didn't know what to say, really. She wasn't quite insulted as she was confused.

"Well..." She began, "I kind of have on some shoes... With, eh, Zombies on them... W- With a matching purse." Bea kicked her heel up into sight, revealing the strange shoes. "That's basically it, though... I mean..." She cleared her throat, "I dress like this a lot." Oh, stupid. Beatrix believed she sounded like an idiotic child. Who does that!? Besides Gisella Darcy, there was basically no adult who would foolish enough... Blasphemy. Her outfit was cute. There was no need to contradict herself!

"If you don't mind me asking... What are you?" Beatrix asked politely, pointing at his mask with a silly smile. She wasn't too informed about muggle stories and plays, even though she was interested in them. But Bea's interest was slowly dwindling since the encounter with her old friend, Daz. It was so hard trying to impress both the criminals and the good guys.