<div class="floatright"> (http://i.imgur.com/r98DnrX.jpg)</div><br/>Morgayne Earlich had spent the previous evening doing her usual gig as Beer Girl. Last night had been at the opening of a trendy new nightclub, Splendors. She had spent the night in high heels and a sequin dress that barely covered her ass. The worst part was the flashing logo that drew attention to her dangerously low cleavage. She was like a freaking walking neon sign. All in all, sweaty dress aside, she made a killing in tips and tonight was her night off. She was going to splurge….in jeans.<br/><br/>The tight form fitting black jeans and off the shoulder glittery halftop left her casual and still fancy enough to get into any location. Besides, figting crowds in a tube top would be just begging for a mischievous pull and whoops! Instant titties on display. No thanks.<br/><br/>Morgayne was just mulling over her shoe collection when her cell went off. Hopping on one foot as she tried to slip on a stiletto, she grabbed it, nearly tripping on a a pair of discarded yoga pants. Flopping down on the edge of her bed, she answered breathless.<br/><br/><em>Good evening, Mora.</em><br/><br/>Knowing instantly that it was Sylvan, she beamed. She like the nickname he gave her. It still sounded elegant and she had been called worse. He was inviting her out, a rare treat and since she hadn’t really wanted to go out alone, she was more than happy to accept. She always wanted to see him drunk, lower his inhibitions. He was sometimes too much of a gentlemen.<br/><br/>“Sylvan! I’d love to go out. Anything to see if you can shake that gorgeous ass of yours,” she said with humor-filled laughter. Suddenly the conversation’s tone changed and Sylvan was explaining something dire.<br/><br/>“No! Sylvan wait! Don’t go by yourself! I’ll be there…,” she looked at her phone as it went silent. “Dammit, Sylvan!”<br/><br/>She threw the phone on the bed and shucked the heel for a pair of leather boots. She grabbed her knife and her gun, throwing on a leather pea coat against the chill and to hide her weapons. She thought of taking her bow but thought it might be overkill. She ran back into her room for her cell phone and ran to the roof access. No way she would make it on her bike or through the crowds. Sylvan wasn’t far but he was far enough.<br/><br/>As she jumped the rooftops startling a group of rooftop partygoers, she hit the speed dial for Matt. As she heard it ringing, she could only feel her frustration and impatience mounting. “Come on, come on, Matt, pick up!”<br/>