<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 (Mentioned), Moses (Mentioned), Nicole (Mentioned), Open<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>PolyVore (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=142741789)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Taking Stock<br/><br/><hr/><br/>With the arrival of the new woman, who seemed a tad irritated in Morgan's relaxed appearance, Morgan couldn't help but to allow a soft smirk cross her features.<br/><br/>It was clear that she was, by far and way, the least stylish of the group present in their first meeting.  While everyone else seemed dressed, and impeccably so, she was dressed down in the style that she was most comfortable within, the relaxed and laid back clothes that was hers.  She didn't have the cash like some of them had, from the expensive looking three-piece suit Mr. Muscles wore, to the new woman (already nicknamed Ms. French in her mind) and her stylish dress.  Even the man running the show, or the man who she assumed was running the show, with that Hannibal Smith vibe to him, seemed decently dressed for the occasion in the expensive restaurant.<br/><br/>She stood out like a sore thumb.  There was no denying that in her mind.  But she didn't give a damn as she kicked herself back in the seat, with her fingers laced behind her head as she waited for the show to begin.