<div class="floatleft">(http://cs403923.vk.me/v403923303/8e27/6A16pyw2HL4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nadia Bishop (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=218070.msg10721894#msg10721894)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Giorgio's<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Those present<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (https://38.media.tumblr.com/976fafde7e0d13a4cf8d9e3705f81d09/tumblr_n26lohzpT11r9ow28o1_500.jpg)<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Nadia Bishop pulled her bike to a stop outside the restaurant and dismounted it confidently, which might not seem all that unorthodox if it weren’t for her attire. The woman stepped on the pavement in high heels, and from them extended long stocking clad legs that met in a deep curve of her hips, dressed in a short pencil skirt and accented by a chic red belt. She wore a fitted white top which helped along the blatant flaunting of her figure, but even with all that accounted for she still had two more things going for her, attention wise. A large portion of her body was covered in tattoos, easily visible on her arms, back, chest and through the sheer black stockings. The other was only visible when she took the helmet off, but the luscious red waves who cascaded over her shoulders and down her back were hard to miss, or forget. In short, she was like elaborate graffiti work on a grey stone wall. Colorful, attention grabbing and out of place, but at the same time so fitting it was as if the wall had been specifically placed there as background. Because the moment she moved, there was no doubt about how absolutely at ease the woman was with herself in these surroundings.<br/><br/>It was exactly that which made her blend in better than she ever could otherwise. Hiding in plain sight was sometimes the only way to actually remain hidden. "The Hess party," she requested once she entered the restaurant, and gave the young man who greeted her at the door a small grin. She didn't know what to expect when she walked into the private dining room, but the present ensemble of people looked random at best. It made her wonder what kind of a job it was. Her heels clicked rhythmically on the floor as Nadia moved to take a seat, and then she paused.<br/><br/>"Well how about that..." She said with her eyes on the only person she knew in the room, Morgan, and then sat down next to her.  "Hey girl," she murmured to her and then raised two fingers in a salute to the rest of those present. "serious looking bunch," she commented with obvious humor in her voice and glanced over at the nervous looking kid on Morgan's other side. She sure hoped he wasn't the driver... Blondie with her little dictionary looked nervous too.<br/><br/>Nadia's eyes shifted to the men who didn't look nervous at all, the older one and Don Hulk over there. Quick estimate? Either con pro or bossman for the older guy, and brute force baby for the big one. Nervous birds... Could be cons, could be techs, could be a lot of things and she was willing to bet that the trembling knees part was an act. Who'd put together a crew and pick out not one but two of those? Had to be a spiel. Well, either that or this wasn't the kind of gig she wanted in on.<br/><br/>"So who put this thing together? You?" She nodded her chin up, indicating the older guy. He looked familiar but she couldn't place him. Probably just seen him somewhere before.<br/>