Angel

Angel placed her tray at the bar and gave the bartender the drink orders. She silently waited for any sign of distress as the male staff member gave her a look before grabbing empty glasses to fill her orders. The blonde agent lowered her head to give a quick and hidden sigh of relief as her customers' drinks were being constructed in front of her. Once she realized the last of the drinks were being made, she had an idea pop into her head that could help with finding their target.

"Hey, I also have someone wanting to pay for a bottle of Grey Goose for Victor, do you know what table he is?" asked Angel, internally praying that either Victor was there and that this didn't look like a suspicious request. The bartender gave her an eye while finishing off the final ordered drink. He then pulled the seating chart and slammed it down before he grabbed a large frosted bottle of Grey Goose.

"Cabana number one," the bartender responded in an annoyed tone, "like always Camelia, Jesus!" Angel apologized as she took her drinks onto her tray and carried the bottle with one hand. "Hey!" called the bartender as Angel felt a shiver go down her spine. "Whose tab is this going on!?"

"The last two vodka sodas' tabs!" Angel called back. As she walked away a smirk appeared on her face, knowing she moved one step closer in their mission. Hopefully the couple with the vodka sodas weren't too made for paying for a large bottle at a club. After dropping off the previously ordered drinks, Angel confidently carried over the large bottle of Grey Goose to the first cabana. She took a deep breath and entered the cabana.

The cabana itself was a huge space and with luxurious amenities to spare. It including a full bar, a private bathroom, and two lounge sectionals. On one was who she assumed to be Victor. An attractive man with sharp features peered at Angel from his laid back position. Angel tried to be professional but couldn't help but notice his toned and smooth pale skin beneath his completely unbuttoned white shirt. His styled jet black hair connected with his perfectly trimmed beard. On the other cabana was an extremely attractive woman that Angel could have sworn she saw in a magazine once. She wore a crimson red bikini that hugged her small tan curves. Her hair looked like fire with golden-red curly locks that surrounded her gorgeous freckled face and bright green eyes.

"May we help you darling?" Victor politely called out. Angel jumped slightly as she realized she got lost in admiring the two beautiful people in the cabana.

"Y-yes," Angel managed to get out after recovering, "someone wanted to get a bottle for the one and only Victor." Victor looked at her with a confused face before looking at the woman next to him. She rolled her eyes before shaking her head.

"Who from?" Victor asked with a raised eyebrow.

"They wanted to remain anonymous sir," quickly answered Angel, hoping this would be the key to get close to the target. Victor paused for a moment before shrugging his shoulders and pointing to the bar. Angel followed his direction by slowly walking over and placed the bottle in a bucket of ice near the bar. It quickly hit her that she needed to get Victor to notice her as more than just a cocktail waitress. She needed to play this the right way in order to effectively act as bait.