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Trouble In Category: Lost Sister Edition

The lights of the club flickered signaling the evening had come to a close. Retrieving her phone from her clutch, she texted her sister, "Where are you? It's time to go."

Turning to the bar Seph went to make sure any open tabs for her or Sera were settled. By the time she waited her turn for service to close their tabs, over fifteen minutes had passed with no word from Sera. Another message, "Sera! Stop screwing around! Where are you?" another five minutes passed without response.

"Everything okay?" Jerry walked up from behind her.

"Not really. My sister isn't answering my messages."

Not looking particularly concerned, he replied, "She's with Sam, I'm sure they're okay. Besides, she's an adult. No reason to worry so much."

'And you were doing so well, Jerry.' Seph sighed in exasperation.

"Sera has a way of finding trouble. If trouble is in a mile radius it will gravitate to her. Don't tell me how to worry about my sister." Jerry took a step back.

"Hey, I'm sorry." Reaching into his wallet, he retrieved a business card and handed it to her.

"Look if you need me, call me. I hope you find your sister." With a final nod in farewell Jerry turned his heel and strode away.

Turning to her phone, Seph opened Instafab to check her sister's most recent photos.

Murmuring to herself, "Thank God this girl is obsessed with herself."

Since the start of their evening, Sera had posted over fifteen photos. Thankfully three of them also showed Sam.

Turning to the bartender, "Have you seen my sister?" She leaned across the bar to show him her phone.

"She went off this man and I can't find her. Have you seen where they ran off to?"

He looked up from the phone, "Yeah I've seen 'em. Went to off to the VIP floor."

"How do I get to the VIP floor?" Seph replied anxiously. The bartender pointed to a door across the, now empty, dance floor. As Seph made her way to the door she observed gold lettering stamped on the door reading VIP Only. A keypad took the place of a deadbolt. As Seph faced the keypad at a loss for what to do next she felt a familiar shiver race down her spine.

"Persephone" Lincoln softly muttered. "We meet again." His deep tenor caressed her senses.

"Oh! Lincoln!" she exclaimed. "I'm looking for my sister. The bartender told me she's in the VIP area. The last I saw her she wasn't herself. I'm worried and want to make sure she gets home safely." Despite her concern over Sera, she felt herself drawn into his gaze. Grey blue steel met her own and she felt as if she was falling into his gaze. Shaking herself from her stupor she focused on his moving lips.

"What do you mean she's not herself" He inquired.

"She had too much to drink."

Lincoln's charming smile faded to be quickly replaced by concern. "Do you know who she went with?"

Seph lit up the screen on her phone. "She went with this guy she met tonight named Sam."

Lincoln nodded, "I know him. And you're sure she's drunk? Not fit to make her own decisions?"

A little confused over his phrasing Seph took a moment to answer, "Yes. When I last saw her, she was definitely drunk."

"Alright, I'll help you."

Lincoln punched in a quick series of numbers on the keypad.

A stairwell leading into darkness gave Seph the impression she was descending into the underworld. Something dark and mysterious was waiting for her at the bottom of these stairs. The thought of the unknown sent a chill down her spine.