The night's crowds had already begun to gather. It came as no surprise. The wind which blew through her hair would have felt cold against her neck had she been able to feel its temperature at all. She was late, though if one were being completely honest, tardy would have been a more appropriate term.
Her tongue snuck out to lick the remnants of blood from her top and bottom lips. Most of the vampires that knew Jayne Adler knew that she was easily aggravated when she was hungry, and on one occasion that the girl had worked on an empty stomach, heads had rolled. Thus, she had made it a habit of hers to never come in to the Blood Bath to work the bar until she had fed.
It would appear odd to some that a woman such as Jayne, with what were at times slightly poor social skills (she harbors little patience for unnecessary blabber and even less for bad manners) would find work as a bartender, a position that would put her in direct contact with fair numbers of patrons each night. However, the fact was that she was fast on her feet, good with her hands, and working behind the bar meant she was only a few feet away in the event any of the merry-making get out of hand and she was required to step in.
Moving past the preliminary introductions, tonight it seemed would be just as busy as any other, or so was the thought passing through the dark-haired woman's mind as she maneuvered her way through the crowds to the bar. She had stepped inside just in time to hear the last echoing verses of Caius’s song, the final notes of the melody, before the man retreated back to the comfort of his solitude. She had stood as she’d listened, waiting until he had disappeared before slowly stepping through the gathering multitude of patrons.
As Jayne reached the bar she could see that James had already begun his work. In front of him sitting at the bar were two women, only one of whom Jayne recognized, Ada. She nodded to the man in greeting and gave the two in front of her a simple look, enough to acknowledge their presence, though she had spared a second glance at the unfamiliar of the two faces, merely out of curiosity. As it went, there were times that Jayne indulged herself in conversations, and then there were times that she worked quietly, only speaking when she was required to. Tonight, however, she did not yet know which it would be.
From the corner of her eye she observed the conversations and goings on of both James and the two women he was entertaining, catching bits and pieces of their words and barely hiding her smirk. James was a flirt. It had been one of the first things she’d taken notice of when she’d first met him, and there had been many nights where her sole entertainment had been taken from watching the girls and women, both mortal and immortal, flock to him like moths to a flame. She simply didn’t have the time to catch the full length of their conversation, as men and women up and down the bar were calling for her services.