Name: Jessamyne<br/>Location: stairs/VIP room<br/>Tagged: Marc, anyone else in the immediate area ;p<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><br/>Jessamyne turned her body as she walked by the kitsune, her front to him as she smiled sweetly to him for letting her past - she almost considered planting a kiss on his cheek...almost. Little did he know his gun was tucked along with hers in the waist of her jeans. A glance over her shoulder, back toward the bar, caught the satyr still watching her. That made her grin. She disappeared up the stairs, into the VIP section as the head of security turned away the angel and demon, amusing her further.<br/><br/>She walked back toward the booth the, well...now...three were sitting at while the fae was under the table showing off apparently some kind of aptitude for sucking up. Jessa walked to the edge of the table, pulling the kitsune's gun out and sliding it across the table toward the 'mysterious employer.' Yes, one had to wonder why he chose the waifish little boy for security detail. He'd probably be better served being sold on the street. <em>"He does know it's missing though...now..."</em></span></span>