<div class="floatleft">[(http://i.imgur.com/JNiViON.jpg)      </div><hr/>Marie-Eve Tremblay<br/>Approaching entry line<br/>Wearing: Leather jacket, jeans, black boots, thin-strapped sequined halter-top.<br/><hr/><br/>After a few indecisive moments, Marie-Eve made her way to the main entrance, where a few guests make their way, one-by-one, past the velvet ropes.  Her leather jacket hung loosely from her thin shoulders as she fished into the pocket of her jeans, twisting her tight form to reach the wad of mixed bills she has.  She'd seen credit cards swiped... she could have brought hers-- a meager credit union debit card, devoid of flash or prestige-- but she had decided against it.  They were her pockets' only contents, aside from a couple of apartment keys and a pre-paid flip-phone, and her license-- a thing she never used to actually drive, really, but she'd once been proud to earn and carry as a mark of growing up.  She'd recently had her first five-year renewal, and she could legally drink... not that she did, except rarely, and alone.<br/><br/>She approached Angelica's booth, one thread of silvery hair falling across her face as she  counted over the wrinkled bills.  She placed a few on the counter.  "One night, please," she said softly, her license beside the bills on the windowsill in front of Angelica.  She remained stoic, but she could feel that she was somehow fundamentally different than the others here in the foyer who came and left so casually.<br/><br/>She hoped that she didn't hurt anyone tonight.