<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><em>Jacqueline Meredith Blakesley</em></span> <br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><em>Homicide Inspector Out Of Her Element - <strong> P3, Tagging Paisley and the rest.</strong></em></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>'To seek a witch, rumoured to be blessed not once but twice.'</em></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://tinyurl.com/867s24h)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Jack ran her fingers over the rim of the glass she'd yet to take a sip from.  Her dark gaze slid along the row of people that were quickly introduced; she never forgot a face, or a name.  They'd all rest like little cards in a memory bank.  <br/><br/>She smiled again and dipped her head, dark gaze lingering a bit longer on the one called Angelo.  Something about him set off alarm bells in her head, but Jacqueline held her pleasant, neutral smile.  If the man was a threat, they would deal with him; it wasn't her business.  "Brie, Melinda, Jinni ... Angelo," she repeated.  "You seem a pleasant, charming bunch of people."  She glanced in the direction of the DJ, and watched for several moments before looking back to the pretty blonde that called herself almost like a Chinese name.  "Of course, I cannot forget you, Lee."<br/><br/>She paused a moment, and sipped slowly from her drink.  "This place, I know - has been around for ... quite some years."  <br/><br/>Her black brows rose slightly as Lee softly made a comment about her identification.  "In fact ... I am presently not on business, though I likely should be."  <br/><br/>A shrug lifted Jack's slim shoulders.  "It ... this, is not something I usually do, however - today was one of those days where an evening out was more than wise."  <br/><br/>The truth was more along the lines that she was afraid to be without it, as her tools of office seemed - usually - to keep certain eyes away from her doings.  Her uncle had always liked to say there was power in the smallest bit of intent, and the tiniest magic even in shapes.  Jack took a deep breath, and hoped she hadn't already caused the woman to dislike her.  Little things like leaving her work at home was something she never dared do any more, in truth, because of her father - and ... for too many other reasons to name.  Already, she had begun like that of a fool.  Not good at all, she thought to herself.  <br/><br/>"Forgive me, if I have caused you offence, it was not intended.  My name is ... Jack.  Jacqueline Blakesley.  Honestly, I would feel ... unprotected without my badge, at least.  It's just superstition.  My uncle insists everything happens as it needs, little things are important.  If the wind comes from an empty cave, it's not without a reason."  <br/><br/>She ran a hand through her silken hair, the action a nervous one.  Just being in the presence of so many witches made the hair stand up on the back of her neck.  They were certainly the ones that could help her - but now was not the time.  Best to work what it was she needed in as slowly as she possibly could.<br/><br/>As the tall blonde man approached the one called Melinda, Jack watched Lee's reaction to him with interest.  <em>"Xióng xiā zi zhāi bāo mǐ, zhāi yí gè diū yí gè ..."</em>  She'd said, while clucking her tongue softly ... <em>blind bear picks corn, picks one and drops one</em>, which meant essentially that one would lose what one had if one continued to seek more.  Slowly, she took another sip of her drink - which in truth, didn't affect her the same way as a it might a human, or a pure witch.  It took quite a bit more of the spirits to so much as have her walking off balance, though Jack didn't find it a trade off worth while.<br/><br/>"I am hoping that my difficulty to separate myself from work like most people will not have set you against me, Miss Lee?"  Jacqueline offered a very small, slim hand in greetings.</span>