a glass of wine before she pours a vial into the bottle, making sure he was not watching. She pours a second glass and walks to the other room, passing the spiked glass to him. They toast to each other and she-

sips at her own glass, watching him down his own. An expression of shock crosses his face and she can't help but smirk as he tries to reach for his gun. She grabs his hands and watches as the poison acts, his-

arms going limp. She lets go of him and finishes her wine before walking back to the kitchen and washing the glass and putting it away. When she's sure there's nothing to show more than one person had been-

there, she steps out into the back alley and walks calmly towards the bar. She couldn't be late to her performance, after all.