<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> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=126812.msg5594070#msg5594070)</span> <br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><em>Homicide Inspector Out Of Her Element - <strong> P3, Tagging Brie and Wyatt.</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><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Her brows had raised as the woman called Jinni vanished off to the restroom, likely, after a minor difficulty with a drink and another patron.  "You worked with him?  That's <em>amazing</em>!  I couldn't imagine doing something as fun as that had to have been," Jack replied with her warm, nearly jet black eyes settled on Brie, though occasionally her attention shifted right back to Wyatt.  <br/><br/>"Saying good bye to inhibitions.  Something I would only do if the grand ... ah, the balance in my own life could be maintained."  Her smile was somewhat awkwardly as she realised she nearly said 'the grand design'.  <em>Right, Jack, no slip ups when surrounded by innocents.</em>  The lure was almost irresistible being surrounded by at least a few people like her, that understand maybe at least a little bit, what she dealt with every day.  Trying to fit in and be normal when she'd appeared to slow her ageing almost a decade prior.  <em>Thanks Father, for the little unwanted gift you imparted without asking me, or my mother whether we wanted you.</em>  <br/><br/>She found Brie's smile after having her own name remarked upon more than a little charming.  Though she likely only chose to be nice in conversing with the Inspector as it seemed the nice thing to do, Jacqueline was certainly grateful to have someone to talk with, if even for a little while.  Jack squinted as a mischievous glint gathered in her eyes.  "Well, wouldn't you rather be mistaken for Brian or called Helen with four people turning around than compared to French cheese - as a terrible pick up line?" Her tone was more than a little bit dry as she joked lightly.  "It's certainly plain you're a dancer.  You've grace even in the bow you gave, which" Jack paused and returned it, "I cannot let rest unacknowledged."<br/><br/>Jack shook her head slightly, eyes still laughing gently.  "In all honesty, I do not belong in a place like this - but I was on something of a ... mission of sorts."  She waved her e-reader.  "I even brought something to do.  Lame enough, I know, isn't it?  Who brings reading material to a bar with about a million gorgeous men?  Me."  Clucking her tongue she leaned back on her stool, nearly falling off the back of it, though managing to save herself with a strong grip on the edge of the bar.  "Did I mention I am also clumsy in social situations?  I'd rather be facing ... criminals, you know?  Give me a punch to the nose any day."  <em>Or an energy ball to the face</em>, she thought darkly.  That was one she'd return the favour of as soon as she found the prick responsible.<br/><br/>Once Brie mentioned things in San Fransisco it was all she could do not to tell her then and there - as that was the entire reason she'd come here in the first place.  "Ehhhh.  It's a pain.  I'm in the middle of a big case that half of it is the creepiest ... and most unnatural crap I've seen in a good bit.  My Captain is on my ass about finding plausible reasons behind crimes that make sense and are explainable to the general populace."  Her face grew warm with a blush.  "I'm ... not exactly the most popular detective," she confessed then.  <br/><br/>"I deal with closed cases, and all of those crimes that have no logical conclusion."  Her lips pressed to a thin line of frustration, as she swept seemingly delicate hands through long, silky black hair, leaving it askew.  "Can you imagine what it is like, finding no reason why a body could be completely burned to ash - and have to explain it all to one that doesn't even believe in ... oh, I don't know, take ghosts.  My Captain is the most - unfortunately for me - scientific person I have ever met."  It was difficult, her line of work, and she was constantly pushed aside because of her interests and strange theories she couldn't exactly help - and generally the guys at work considered her a 'pity date' generally making bets on which newbie would get an interest in her only to be turned off by her 'crazy ideas'.<br/><br/>She quaffed back her gin and tonic, and stared at the glass in her hand with frustration.  It seemed to gleam slightly, warming between her fingers - upon which she immediately put it down; her control had been off, and slipping all evening.  Jack turned back to Brie, and took her own turn to smile sheepishly.  "Forgive me.  I'm sure you hardly want to hear about my stress and frustrations with the Homicide department."  A shrug lifted her shoulders lightly, and Jack dusted her hands off, rolling her eyes at herself and the silliness of her annoyance.  <br/><br/>"I rarely talk with anyone about it, as my subsection of the department holds all of five people."  Lowering her voice, she continued speaking to Brie a bit more quietly so that she wouldn't be overheard by the wrong person.  "We're the types that psychics come to when they have tips and things - and to this day I've not had a single lead that actually panned out."  <em>Other than her own scrying and witchcraft</em>, though Jack could hardly say <em>that</em> out loud.  It would hardly be very politically astute.  No, best to reveal things a bit at a time, and get the thought in Brie's head with the drop of a word here and there if she could manage it.  "On a current case I have - I'm concerned and if I follow the pattern, I'll be out of time to actually stop the next ... victim from meeting their end."  <em>The next witch, that is.</em>  She couldn't say that either.  <br/><br/>Her laughter that followed was somewhat stiff, as she looked Brie in the eye with a compassionate, friendly expression that was optimistic despite her difficulties.  "Tell me I've not ruined your day, as it's my problem, you know?  Most importantly, tell me if I've rambled on too much."  She shot a sheepish smile at the what seemed to be a pleasant conversation partner.  The music had changed as they chatted to a version of an old song (http://youtu.be/Hvkc2yd1YSU) she was fond of.  Swaying side to side, Jack sang along with the beginning in a low voice with a smoky timbre that while wasn't the most lovely, had a striking quality to it.  <br/><br/><em>"Well it's 3a.m. - I'm out here riding again, through the wicked winding streets of my world.  I make a wrong turn - break it - but I'm too far gone; I've got a siren on my tale and that ain't the fine I'm looking for.  I see a stairway so I follow it down into the belly of a whale, where my secrets echo all around. You know me now, but to do better than that - you've got to follow me - boy I'm trying to show you where I'm at."</em>  <br/><br/>Her grin towards Brie held a rather comical manner as she continued for a moment on into the chorus, rolling her eyes at her own intense lameness.  <em>"Hey pretty, don't you wanna take a ride with me, through my world?  Hey pretty, don't you wanna kick and slide ... through my world?"</em>  She then carefully stacked the two glasses she'd used neatly on top of each other, and shrugged.  <br/><br/>"Waste not, want not."</span></span>