Show up as Elaine

Just under an hour later, you were already sitted in one of the tall chairs at the bar, sipping on a martini some guy sent over to you. You smiled over at him, batting your mascarad eyelids seductively. He was pretty cute, and you were quite in the mood to flirt with him. Or better, to scam him out of his money. But you already had a date planned with one particular guy.

You were done up maticolously. Eyes complimented by a perfect eyeshadow, lips plump and sexy with a deep red lipstick, nails shined up to perfection, and breasts held tightly together with a concealed pushup bra, with some padding for extra flair. All wrapped up in a delicious form fitting navy blue silk dress. You were to die for, and you knew it.

You used the brown pen on Elaine's skin to gain her womanly skills, and in combination with George and David you managed to pump them up to achieve just the right ammount of sexy-but-classy to get any man to lust after you.

It took you almost an hour, making you seriously late, but you didn't worry much; You knew Mickey would be even more late. So for now you were sitting at the bar, enjoying yourself, and absolutely loving the fact that to everybody's eyes, you were nothing more than some hot chick looking for a bang.

Your thoughts are cut as a familiar face stepped through the front door. He growled as he readjusted his shirt, brushing his greasy hair with his rough hands.

Mickey was the definition of conman, even if you were to go by looks alone. A short, fat stature, a smushed ratty face, and hair everywhere possible besides his head. You watched in amusement as the brutish man looked around in confusion, scouring the pub for his friend. You couldn't help but chuckle, sipping on your drink as you could see his frustration rising, unable to find his friend. And after a long minute of searching around, he growled and made his way towards the bar.

Mickey and you had two spots at Jameson's, the active and the passive. The latter was where they would go when they actually wanted to enjoy themselves. It was a booth at the end of the place, with great view at the entire place. It gave you two a great vantage point to spot potential targets, and a nice behind view of all the chicks. Mickey probably expected to find you there, but since it was currently occupied by another group, he went towards the other spot.

Your active spot was right in the middle of all the action; on the bar itself. Once you found a target, you would use it as sort of an HQ. And of course, you knew Mickey would go for it. Which is why you positioned yourself just two sits away.

You watched from the corner of your eye, pretending to be in your own head. Mickey growled as he sat himself down on the chair, trying his best to conceal checking you out. He ordered himself a pint of beer. And mumbled to himself.

"This fucker better not bail on me."

Alright. Now was time for action.