<div class="floatright">(https://img2.gelbooru.com/images/a8/54/a854448088ddb0f0ed995bbc97ad5cbd.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Afternoon, The Guzzling Gal, Auburn</strong><br/><br/>Stella's jump at her question draws a brief snicker from Jessica before she nods. "If ya say so. Place seems rough so watch the spilled drink." As the singer turns back to her primping she grins and moves out the room. "Lemme know what goes where yeah?"<br/><br/>The message from Butterfly has her humming briefly, tail flicking before she leans against the wall next to the dressing room door. [I'll stay with the li'l singer. An' here's hoping BOTH groups don't show. Know how ya can get a targeted ad out without] Her tail flicks and sways as she idly cleans her nails, aimless humming drifting from her as she waits.<br/><br/>The deep rumble of motorcycles has her frowning, gaze flickering contemplatively  at the door leading back out before she shrugs. "Go-Gangers. Noisy as hell no matter the club."