((Guess I might as well make another poast, no use sitting in the middle of two actions like something else is gonna happen.))<br/><br/>Jynx was only a few minutes behind Becca, looking... stunningly different. Even that pink mohawk looked so silky and long, part of it draping over one tilted eye.<br/><br/>She sat down somewhere between Becca and Emma, her skirt flared over the barstool.<span style="color: #ff00ff">"Something... good. Strong, spicy."</span>She tried to ignore the familiar faces around her... if someone wanted to talk to her, they'd seek her out. If not, she'd rather not bother people who were having a decent enough time.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>