<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/vm3-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>RyAnn Jacobson<br/><strong>Pack Position:</strong>Teacher/Counselor<br/><strong>Species:</strong>Natural Born Werewolf<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Doghouse, Main Floor<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Anyone<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/clothes31.jpg)</div><br/>RyAnn smiled as she sauntered into the Doghouse. She had plans to hustle a few humans on the pool tables tonight. It was part of the reason she'd chosen the dress she did (besides the fact that with her increased core temperature it was just comfortable to have fewer close on inside the warmth of the bar), to distract the human males from the fact that she was robbing them blind. Silly men were so easy sometimes! Flash some skin, bat your eyelashes, give a few coy smiles, and the silly things were losing on purpose to try and keep her playing while missing the fact that she was running the table on them and would have been more impressed if they played to win!<br/><br/>She fully intended to make enough money tonight to sponsor a bit of a shoe spree in the next couple of days. At only 5'2 a girl could never have enough heels to make her look taller!<br/><br/>Seeing Jesse with her guitar, Ry smiled and waved to the pretty blonde before sliding up onto a barstool and looking around the bar. It wasn't packed yet but it would be as the evening wore on. Sizing up the crowd, her chocolate eyes sparkled with some joke only she seemed to know. It wasn't time to hit the tables yet. She'd wait a bit longer until some more alcohol had loosened up a few more inhibitions and made the humans that came in a bit more foolish. She considered hustling drunks to be a public service. Separating a fool from his money (especially when she needed new shoes) was never a bad thing, after all they couldn't be trusted with it if they lost it so easily!<br/><br/>Grinning at the bartender she ordered a beer and returned to letting her eyes roam the bar, settling in for a good evening.