<div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/e535053547b3658672f4c4d3534dc126/tumblr_ngaoh1NjQp1rjpd1ko1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Morgan Chamberlain (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=218070.msg10721879#msg10721879)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside of Giorgio's --->  Interior<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ethan, Moses,<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>PolyVore (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=142741789)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Staking the place out<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The gray Toyota Prius didn't seem out of the ordinary in the busy, bustling section of downtown San Francisco.  If anything, it seemed simply average in the blend of various sedans and hybrids that populated the streets.  For the past two years, it was one of the fastest selling cars in California, knocking off the once-popular Honda Civic as the most popular car in dealerships, or so she had read on some automotive blog.  It had been a bit of a sad affair to say goodbye to the Civic, but the times had changed, and if she wanted to keep up she had to get with the times.<br/><br/>To look at the Prius, one wouldn't necessarily expect it's owner to have a decent sized rap-sheet of crimes and offenses in street racing and car thefts.  It certainly wasn't flashy, nor did it seem like it had been modified for races.  It just seemed dull.  Boring.  Scenery in the background.  Which was, largely, why Morgan Chamberlain bought the popular car of choice for a great many Californians, to blend in and be unseen...<br/><br/>Which was part of what she was doing that particular afternoon, with her nondescript car parked across the street from the upscale restaurant.<br/><br/>She had been nestled in behind the driver's seat for almost an hour, just sitting and watching, waiting for a sign that the place was fine and clear.  For a few minutes did she sit and wait, before judging for herself that it was time to go in and see what this was all about.<br/><br/>Soon, after crossing the street, and being led to the back, private room, she found herself there in the meeting place, faced with two individuals that seemed unfamiliar to her eyes.  They didn't seem like cops, having had more than her fair share of run-ins with the law, which made her feel a bit more relaxed as she stepped over the threshold into the room.<br/><br/>“Lively party.” She commented as she found an empty seat and sat down.