Raven awards Sienna with yet another smile as the redhead takes her beer and sips at it.<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“ It’s a brew I used to enjoy drinking in Aztland.”</span>Her smile grows a little wider, likely from the many good times associated with the drink. “ Though if you keep flirting with me like that you might have to compete a bit with my girlfriend.” It was hard to tell if the young Aztlander was being serious or not, or if it was just a line she used to mess with people or tell them off without being offensive. It seemed to be the latter because after a few moments of thought she finally gives in and with a nervous little look in her eye pulls her commlink out of her jeans pocket and sends Sienna a request for her contact address ( if her link was set on public)<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">. “ Okay, maybe you are cute.”<br/>
</span><br/>----<br/><br/>Nuala definitely seemed to be enjoying the changeling’s company, even if she was mostly doing the listening while Anna talked about whatever seemed to really catch her interest.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“ I’d say you are definitely as bright as your aura.” </span>Her opinion was only reinforced the more they chatted and as things took a somewhat sensual turn but before the elf could even reply Anna suddenly straightened up and ran off, leaving her with a comm-address and a little bit of a disappointed look on her face. With a low sigh the woman puts out her cigarette in the nearby ashtray and finishes off her beer before looking out over the bar, finally realizing that her fixer was here and most importantly that Anna seemed to be in on the gig as well. With a crooked grin on her face the woman stood and with a confident swagger approached the booth that was quickly nearing capacity and without so much as a word fell back into her seat, almost immediately throwing an arm over the backrest just above Anna’s shoulders<span style="color: SeaGreen">.” Fancy that lass, us meetin’ again so soon. Think this’ll give me plenty o’ time to whisper you something sweet.”</span>She laughs and raises her eyebrows crudely; the tattooed awakened nodding to everyone else afterward.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Martha as usual didn’t seem to be in the mood to start business right away. The kindly southern dwarf takes her time getting up into the booth and when she finally does she takes even more time fiddling around in her pockets for a matchbook and an already cut cigar that she lights. After a few puffs and a sip of her beer she finally acknowledges everyone with a friendly nod. “ Howdy.” Her bright blue eyes twinkle with a sort of mirth not unusual to her and she leans back in her chair, taking a count of everyone present.<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue">“ Feels like we’re missin’ someone. I know I sent that message to more people… anyway. How’re ya’ll doin’?” </span>As usual, there was no apology for being late despite Martha's insistence that everyone be on time.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>