Selina glided into a chair and order a glass of fine wine. Her eyes lingered around the bar to see if any faces stood out. No she had yet to steal from that one and she had yet to speak to that one. Tonight will be downer but there were toys to play with until this place locks up for the night the stealing off the birds takes place. Poor little penguins all coped up with no where to really go but in dreaded circle. Really how dear he! The cat-like woman looked back at the animals and narrowed her eyes. Beautiful creatures shouldn't be penned up like that. Oh, Just wait until closing. There will not be on feather left to be found.

The glass was handed to her and politely she thanked the woman before she left to do other rounds. The White wine was fruit flavored of pineapple and tropical fruits. A little relaxed her enough to appear calm and not angry. Still the penguins freedom rested in her mind and it will happen.