Name: Jessamyne<br/>Tagged: Wade, Nick<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">She glanced to Wade as he suddenly took out his phone, tapping out a text before stowing the phone again. Looking up she saw the satyr walking toward them, a playful grin lighting her lips. "Boss says it's time to get moving, so grab your kit." She nodded to him. She had everything she would need - that she knew of. She wasn't really told what she would be doing or how she would need to do it, simply that she would be needed in some of the work. If the 'application' was any indication, she needed a few parlor tricks and perhaps her sig sauer, but nothing more. That isn't to say she didn't still keep the metal cuff with the garotte on, or to go get the kit with her thin knives, as well as the thigh strapped-sheath for her longer blade. <br/><br/>She slid from the booth, her hips moving a bit sensually, the cut of the shirt showing off a bit more of the ink at her stomach. <em>"See you out there..." </em>She glanced back at Wade, a brow raised slightly before grabbing her drink, finishing it off as she walked toward the bar.<br/><br/></span></span>