Name: Jessamyne<br/>Location: Going from the bar to the VIP area<br/>Tagged: Marc<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Boys and their dumb-ass pissing matches. Where would the world be without it... She simply leaned against the bar, her ears picking up the chats going on around her, the snide little comments, the talk about the owner of the bar, the fact that the larger orcs decided they had first choice on someone. She simply leaned back and watched the crowd, noticing the kitsune tap the faerie and then the archon in turn. When the chaos at the bar started he stood back glaring at the problem happening, awaiting the bouncers to intervene or for it to fizzle out on it's own, which it seemed to do. She didn't care, only glancing over - not impressed in the least with it as long as it didn't cause her to spill her drink.<br/><br/>She did notice quite a few seemed to know one another. She recognized one (Zero) but didn't know his name. They had both been contract hires for the Gravediggers but never worked on the same project together. She wondered if this would work in her favor or not - the not knowing anyone here. Most seemed to possibly be from The Maidenhood - a group she never had inclination to work for. <br/><br/>When all was said and done the kitsune made his way to her, which surprised her, tapping her as well with a motion toward the back. "He wants to see you." She nodded, slipping down from the bar stool and headed toward the stairs - past the others at the bar, the bottle held loose in her hand at her leg. She made her way upward, walking through the empty VIP area until she reached the back booth where the three sat. She leaned against the edge of the booth and sipped from the bottle. "You called for me?" She leveled violet colored eyes on Marc, a slight upturn to the corners of her lips.</span></span>