<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d1/Junkcat.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Afternoon, The Guzzling Gal, Auburn</strong><br/><br/>A frown curls Junkcat's lips as she leans against the wall, head tilting and tail flicking idly. [Witchsight? That supposed to be a dig at my eyes? Or that junk Ol' Twitchwig would ramble about whenever he found those mushrooms?]  Straightening up she briefly tugs at her blouse to settle it better as she moves towards the rear door only to stop as the cheers and loud noises drift from the bar's main area. Stella moving out of the dressing room to peer into the main room has her following along, tail twitching and flicking shades of black and dull orange rippling through her hair.<br/><br/>As they gather around near the dressing room she reaches out, a hand pressing against Stella's back, a low growl rumbling from her as she shakes her head. [Way wrong gang.] Butterfly taking charge of the situation has her nodding, gaze flicking towards the main room before her nose scrunches up. "Gotta hope this doesn't make things go way bad."<br/><br/>Patting Stella's back she leans in. "I'll be out there if things go bad. And Irma will be about too." A tilt of her head and a flick of her tail come before she grins at Stella. "Mostly Irma will be about. They get in close and about all I can do is give the sign for a surprise." With another pat on Stella's back and a nod towards Butterfly she heads off to find Ronka.<br/><br/>She stares up at Ronka, tail flicking back and forth as her arms cross over her bust. "Things are as ready as can be and Stella's about to start singing. Figured I'd see if ya needed a hand haulin' drinks about. Sounds a hell of a crowd in there."