<div class="floatleft">[(http://i.imgur.com/JNiViON.jpg)      </div><hr/>Marie-Eve Tremblay<br/>Sitting by the west wall at an otherwise empty table<br/>Wearing: Leather jacket, jeans, black boots, thin-strapped sequined halter-top.<br/><hr/><br/>Mare took the beer from the bartender in its aluminum bottle, waving away the tender's efforts to decant the watery American brew into one of their finest plastic tumblers.  She studied her admission bracelet, wondering if the code marked her as plebeian-- the way she felt, honestly-- and compared the color code to a few of the others around.  The poorer-looking, less fashionable, less achingly beautiful.  More like her, she supposed.<br/><br/>Taking a long swig, she turned to face the room... she felt the leaning stance of a broad-chested, tanned young man toward her... sensed that he was closing distance, feeling her out for an opening and, just maybe, angling his shaved, muscled neck and clean-glistening skull her way.  His cologne was pungent enough to her senses... too much, too soapy through his Abercrombie t-shirt that still reeked of the fresh dye and screen-print, carefully orchestrated to look fashionably faded.  He looked briefly down her cleavage, and Mare was gone immediately.<br/><br/>She crossed the floor without making eye contact, and he apparently took this subtle rejection as no slight, for he did not follow.<br/><br/>Crossing the floor, Mare gave her jeans a subtle tug from one empty belt-loop, ensuring that she didn't let the waistline sag too far below her bare midriff... it was fashionable for girls to show their bikini waxes, it seemed... mons Venus was being flashed about like an advertisement for heavy petting, nearly everywhere she looked.  And she did look... nice arms on that guy, nice chest on that girl, nice belly on that goth girl, beautiful calves on the guys making out in the corner.<br/><br/>She shook off the feeling that she was assessing the herd for a weak one.  Quite the opposite, no matter what instinct might dictate... she was looking for someone strong, she supposed... for the one she was supposed to find, the one who, if she'd been steered correctly, would help her learn to control the beast.<br/><br/>So far, the beast was quiet.<i>Just look for now... so many watching, I'm not going to get all wet on you this easy</i>it said.<i>My teeth will stay behind my lips for now, my claws deep in your fingers where no one can see.  I will watch, you will find prey soon. </i><br/><br/>Breathing deep, she took another relaxing swig and sidled into an empty table along the west wall.  She watched, she waited, she breathed.  It was stable, for now.