Meli pulls up to the narrow parking lot outside. Even with as crowded as it was, her Dodge Scoot would still fit; unlike a true heavy bike, the Scoot was narrow enough it could fit into the irregular space at the end.<br/><br/>The place was an antiquated hole-in-the-wall compared to the dives and nightclubs that Meli had grown used to, but that was also part of its charm. This wasn't any of the places where she'd 'worked', and given the nature of the clientele, it wasn't likely that any of the people here would've seen her in her 'professional' capacity.<br/>With the way she was dressed, she'd fit right in.<br/><br/>It wasn't long before she'd slipped inside and gotten a soda from Bruce. Something fizzy and non-alcoholic. She was easy to overlook when she wanted to be, despite her appearance and unusual ears. And as she's suspected, her clothes helped her blend in. Nothing special in this neighborhood.<br/><br/>The last run she'd been on had been a flop even before it got started, but maybe this time would be different. She weaved her way through the crowd and, since no one else had apparently arrived yet, sat at the meeting booth. After all, that was the only place to sit.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>