/whistles a tune It's done now. :3
Her father took a bottle from a nook she couldn't really see, and tipped it back, then gulped down some more. She assumed there was alcohol in the bottle by its shape; she had seen similar in the bar in Cour des Miracles when she met Strelein's mate, so it wasn't much of a stretch. For the man to drink so much... How did he even remain upright? But then, she didn't know how old he was, nor how long having a bottle in hand had been a habit for the dog. She didn't know what it was like either, she hadn't really ever been drunk.
A scuff and slight clicking of nails on broken concrete from behind her drew Desi's attention with a gasp. Swiftly she crouched, backing herself into a corner where one building jutted further out than another and turning toward the building, pulling the cloak up so everything but one eye was covered. She hoped she would either be unnoticed or else be mistaken for a bundle of trash. With the uncovered eye she watched carefully as a female dog who reeked of sex sauntered toward where Desi had just been hiding. When the whore had moved past her, she stuck her concealed head past the edge of the building, just enough to see Jacquez' reaction. He seemed... excited... as the prostitute motioned him closer.
She did not want to see anything he did with her but she equally did not want to lose sight of the red-furred man, and she compensated by merely listening, a sour taste in her mouth. When the pair left, they had a shadow yet again. Jacquez had already proven himself to be easy to follow without being caught, but the bitch she knew nothing about. So Desi hung back just a little further, lurking a little quieter in the shadows.