Name: Jessamyne<br/>Location: VIP room<br/>Tagged: Ayr, Marc, Zed<br/><br/>She smirked at Ayr slightly. "Doesn't matter how I got it...just that I did. That was all that was asked of me. It took me longer to order a drink at the bar than to lift his gun." She wondered when the Fae would come up for a breath...at least long enough to finish her interview would be nice, but she doubted that was going to happen. She took another sip from her drink and considered sparking the faery with a bit of fire under her arse to get a move on things but instead just moved to look out over the bar, one arm bent behind her, the back of her hand resting lightly where her own gun sat holstered. The mixed cast of miscreants was filling up the bar. She caught sight of the satyr still sitting where she left him, drinking a beer,  the elementals and the demoness being approached by some inked up looking criminal flashing a bit too much money in a place like this. He was likely to get himself killed...With the group here she doubted a body would ever be found. She wondered how he had survived this long.<br/><br/>She itched to play some parlor tricks with her own set of abilities, yet she held off. There would be time for that later...The urge grew stronger as the mix became even more varied through the evening. Just the little sprinkle of rain on the kitsune felt good. A ride through a rain storm would feel even better later...