Raven gives Sienna a searching look as the young, Irish-American woman as she mentions an elf with bright orange hair, as if she could not believe such a story. Eventually her deep brown eyes blink and she cracks a somewhat wider smile than the one she’d previously offered the young shadowrunner.  Their conversation had started with a look armored in lipstick and heavy expectations but she slowly seemed to warm up and when Sienna asked for a beer she nodded her head and got right to work.<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“ You shouldn’t go making up stories about orange haired elves just to come up here and flirt, omae.”</span>As she talks the woman bends down to fetch a chilled glass from the cooler tucked beneath the bar, offering the young girl a generous helping of supple brown cleavage as her breasts all but tried to escape the thin fabric of her tanktop.<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“ I forgive you though, you’re cute.” </span>Standing back up to her full height and ending the little peep show she slid over to one of the taps and filled the glass with a dark lager, even going so far as to give Sienna a nearly perfect pour before setting the glass down in front of her. The look of heavy expectations was back and her hands were on her hips.<br/><br/><span style="color: Red">-----------</span><br/><br/>A little further down at the bar the elf with the mysterious blue tattoos smiles a little wider as Anna approaches and quickly takes a sip of her own dark beer before righting herself. Her golden eyes were full of life and she had a peculiar look about her, like she knew something everyone else didn’t – she was the type who seemed to be in on whatever running joke creation was playing. As the multi-colored haired changeling speaks she simply watches, rummaging in one of her pockets to produce a pack of what looked to be cigarettes, the packaging itself as black as the tubes within. With a cheeky grin creeping onto her lips the woman pulls one out and brings it to her lips and using the other fingers on her hand lights it with a simply fingers – definitely awakened, definitely a mage and quite a show off.  The strong scent of clove fills the air  as she takes her initial pull and releases the smoke before speaking up.<span style="color: Green">"Well, I think y’know ye were the most interesting girl in the bar.”</span>Her accent is thick and lilting in an almost sing-song sort of way and her ‘r’ rolled excessively.<span style="color: Green">“Though now I can say we both share a refined taste in beer.”</span><br/><br/>With a mischievous glint in her eyes the tattooed elf opens the pack of cigarettes once more and offers the changeling one. Her reasons were her own for why she called the girl over here, of course bur she’d seen the girl in astral space and to say she was particularly vibrant within it was an understatement.<span style="color: Green">“ O'course, if ya want t’ stay and chat I think we can share a few more of those beers. My name is Nuala.”</span><br/><span style="color: Red"><br/>
---------------</span><br/><br/>As everyone chatted or in the case Tohmas , checked emails and watched cat trids on the ‘trix,  the clock crept ever closer to eight and slowly began to leave the promised hour behind as well. It was almost eight thirty before the bar door opened and their fixer finally made her first appearance for the evening. For those who’d never actually -seen- Martha the dwarf was really nothing special as far as her metatype went. Short and busty , she didn’t really stand out too much in a room for those particular traits alone but she made up for her lack of height in personality and looks.  Some would say she was pretty much a stereotypical southern gal with honey-blonde hair tied up in a bun and baby blue eyes all topped off with a much too sweet smile. Fitting to her accent and demeanor she was dressed like she was from the south too, in typical Texan style with a white button down a pair of raw denim jeans and a ostentatious pair of ‘shit kickers’ as they were known in the local parlance.  Her first stop is of course the bar before she begins to head over to the table, waving to a few regulars as she meandered along.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>