<div class="floatleft">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/4094843/600full-tegan-quin.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">"I'm going to talk to some of the dealers, see if I can score some stuff so we can analyze it later.  I'll keep you with me and make sure no one grabs your ass."  She smirks a bit, keeping a firm grip on Jade and making her way through the crowded room toward the biddy with the big purse, grateful for the way the sea of bodies parts before her almost subconsciously.  They might all be self-involved and whacked-the-fuck-out, but no amount of drugs can negate millions of years of highly evolved self-preservation instincts.  <br/><br/>She flashes the woman at the bar a vague grin as she stops beside her, her arm slipping around Jade's waist as she motions the bartender over with her free hand.  "What do you have on tap?  My friend and I are looking to enjoy the night in as many ways as possible."  She tilts her head toward Jade, and arches a brow, laughing softly.  "She's already ahead of me, though, so I've got to play catch-up."</span></span>