As Eliot left, Hino let out a single sigh of relief. She enjoyed the game they played even if it had been forced, but the act tired her out. If they didn't find the real culprit fast, she might not last. Even the simple act of not telling Elliot how much she hated him cost too much energy. She wouldn't forget though; she'd never let his bruises to her pride go. Finally, she pulled out her pony tail, dragging hands through her hair in a quick attempt to get ready for the night, then tied it up again, the orange strands tight against her head and gleaming in the bar's low light. Flipping on the neon sign to signify that The Fox's Den was open, she stepped away, content to do the last few tasks before the waitresses started to arrive and their patrons. Hopefully, they would come bearing information.

Thirty minutes later, Hino stood behind her bar, serving drinks to the likes of which would never step foot in a regular bar. Or perhaps would not be let into such places run by clean folks with clean money. But this was a place for people like her. Always legal, but the perfect information network to those with information worth paying for. However, Hino wasn't having much luck. The one man with dark hair almost completely covering his eyes--she remembered his name to be Gin--only knew for certain that the police captain knew about the stolen goods as soon as fifteen minutes after the crime. He'd sent his goons here immediately with a secondary squad trying to track down Elliot, the only other thief who could have done it. Funny that neither had. She didn't show on her face that she didn't take the score though and only slipped the man a fifty with his drink for the good information.

All in all, the whole night accounted for nothing but a little fun. It left her mood sour with this mystery still out of reach. As the early morning hours finally struck, the last of the patrons slipped away, Bobby staying an extra second to wish her congratulations. For her score or the sudden engagement that was starting to splash its way across the internet. Elliot really did work fast. She didn't ask what he meant though when the lights were all off and the doors locked, she stood outside, enjoying the cool breeze on her exposed skin. Turning away from the bar, she pulled out her phone, calling the number that Elliot had given her.

"Hey. The night is over. We should meet up and talk," she said instantly, not waiting to hear a greeting, none of the froo-froo love talk in her voice now. She was way too over that.