Name: Jessamyne<br/>Location: Booth near the bar<br/>Tagged: Wade<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">There was no invitation in her voice, but she couldn't help but grin at the man as he slid into the booth next to her. She had been right - he was talking to himself up at the bar. It was subtle, but just enough - the tilt of his head, motions of his hands. She now heard the shift in sound when each...hmmm...personality spoke...He was off his rocker. This ought to be interesting. She wondered who would hire a schizoid assassin...and just what a job looked like from inside his head...must be quite interesting. He was no threat - at least to her. She had no problem with him sitting there. <br/><br/>She saw the satyr walk toward the stairs. Nick Voss. She watched him let the furball go on up ahead of him and wondered what would be happening next up there and why they needed the werewolf. He was a show off. Then again, there were several of those in the bar tonight. They were among brethren and competition all at the same time. She couldn't fault it. She simply didn't care to be in the center of it unless it was to her advantage to be there...<br/><br/><em>"Is that so? You don't care for guns and knives, or is it something altogether different about our styles? Are you a messy boy Wade?"</em> Her tone was joking. There were many ways to kill someone. She preferred the less messier methods. Guns were always a second choice. They were impersonal. Knives allowed your victim to look into your eyes - for her to see the wonder in them - the 'Why me?' look. That or the 'How did you get in here' frantically glancing around - how did they miss her being there look. She especially liked that one, although she always felt like she should for some reason fill them in. She liked a tidy scene...didn't like getting blood under her nails unless it involved something pleasant. </span></span>