<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>Doghouse, Bar<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jesse, Rake, Nicco<br/><br/><hr/><br/>RyAnn smirked as she watched Jesse approach their Pack Leader. She had to admit, the pup had guts. There were plenty of people who wouldn't have dared  press in close to him like that, and she had no doubt that whatever the pretty blonde had whispered to him, it hadn't been pleasant. She couldn't hear the words, but the look on the girls face made it clear she was disgusted with Rake's behaviour.<br/><br/>Oh yeah, she had guts. In Ry's estimation, the girl would be more than a match for Rake, given a few more years to mature fully.<br/><br/><em>Hey Ry! Hittin' the showers if anybody needs me!</em><br/><br/>With a smirk, she turned her stool to more fully eyeball her Pack Leader. Giving her dark hair a toss she met his gaze with drowning dark eyes and a wicked grin sparkling from their depths, "Sure thing Boss!" she called to him and then continued, "When you no longer smell like an overworked whore I'd like to talk to you!"<br/><br/>She deliberately left it open as to whether he smelled because<em>he</em>was the whore (which is what she meant) or the woman. She heard a few snickers, and some outright laughs, and earned a dirty look from the human who'd stumbled out after him but she didn't care. Rake's reputation for nailing anything that would hold still long enough, was well known. If the woman didn't want to be one of his whore's she should have kept her knees shut.<br/><br/>Before she said anything else she caught an unfamiliar scent and her eyes narrowed, searching the bar and finding a pretty redhead approaching it.  She didn't look like she meant to cause trouble, but RyAnn was protective by nature and this place was her Pack's home. Giving the girl a nod she acknowledged her presence, and that she what the other woman was. So long as she didn't cause trouble, Ry wouldn't cause any for her.<br/><br/>Glad that the place was filling up, she downed her drink and sauntered the, rapidly filling, pool tables, "So, who thinks they can keep their money against me?" the petite brunette asked while leaning against the nearest table to make the most of the flesh her dress did, and didn't, reveal.<br/><br/><br/>