<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Zed<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Marc, Jugo, Danny<br/><br/>Zed stood up with Marc, and followed him, happy enough to shadow him for the time being. She already knew more than she would in an average night, and she was interested to know more. She continued to make out like she was eye-candy, or in this case, as she followed him along, arm-candy maybe.<br/><br/>She took one look at Jugo, and liked him. It was probably just her Faerie blood of course, but her sense that he was probably insome way psychotic, definitely a blood-sucker, combined with the fact that Marc seemed to be there to confront him in some way, meant that, far from disliking him, he was quite taken by his appearance. It certainly did hurt his case when Marc mentioned he had a briefcase full of money. Faerie morality was notoriously lax, so liking her enemies as much as her friends, if indeed he would turn out to be an enemy, as Marc's approach seemed to indicate, was nothing special.<br/><br/>Her eyes ran over his body, admiring his tattoos, his clothes, his briefcase. She was genuinely hoping that in the next minute or so, Marc made nice with him, because otherwise, she could see that she'd probably have to restrain herself.