Name: Jessamyne<br/>Location: The Golden Pick entrance/bar<br/>Tagged: Ayr, Demona<br/><br/>Sigh...<br/><br/>Her job was to do something that required no one to actually notice her. Demona was front and center calling attention toward them...A glance up and she saw the orange skinned target along with...wait, really? A slight curse under her breath as she recognized Haraim. He would recognize her too if he saw her and her own neck wouldn't fare too well with the meeting. When Demona pushed Ayr away it was her cue to break from the two as well. If JD or Haraim look up to the commotion and saw her...it would all be for nothing. She would have to find a way to get the bead onto JD some other way. This kind of place was really no place for an elf to be casually sitting around, but luckily her hair hid the one ultimately underlying feature that screamed elf - at this point she simply looked like one of many tattooed humans with slightly exotic features. She slid up onto a bar stool in a more shadowed part of the bar. Everything still glittered. It was kind of discomforting and nauseating...She saw even the glasses behind the bar were flecked and rimmed with gold.<br/><br/>The bartender came by and asked, not exactly politely, if she was going to order anything. The implication being if she was there just to gawk or say she had gotten in, that her presence wasn't exactly appreciated. A smirk on her lips she ordered up a beer. Unlike the gold decor, Gravedigger establishments generally only seemed to carry one thing...beer. It would be more to play with, to handle, to watch others as she pretended to drink . At this point it would be up to Demona to get the damn bead onto JD. Hopefully the succubus would realize this and not end up partying too hard before the job was underway.