The midnight-eyed stranger was currently ribbed by a woman whom most wouldn't have imagined her true identity.

"I tend to think that your urgent business was not so urgent after all, Max." Donald cum Serena, Alias Don spoke as she leaned back against her chair. She looked relaxed in her seat—even slouchy, in fact. Yes, she was about as relaxed as a cheetah would be. Right before he pounced on a prey. She had angled her chair in a way that had her eyes on both the entrance and most of the bar.

"You think wrong, Don. It is about as urgent as urgent could be," Maxwell said as he...