To say that Georgina was nervous about walking into a hunter bar was an understatement. She stood across the street from it for several minutes, just staring, debating whether or not she was actually going to go in. She told herself that things were different here - she wasn't the same type of lesser immortal as what this world had. Georgie had even spent some time and attended a couple of the classes about this world's demons and so forth, and had realized quickly that most of what they used to detect the creatures here...would pretty much have little to no effect on her. She wasn't as killable, thank God.
Finally, Georgina took a deep breath, then checked both ways and headed across the street. She could feel her energy starting to lag just a little, but for now she figured she'd be good at least a few more days, so tonight she had gone with actual clothes instead of shape-shifting things into place; she was dressed in a pair of slate grey jeans and a lavender v-neck sweater, with a khaki bomber style jacket over it. Her blonde hair was wavy and hung halfway down her back, every strand perfectly in place. When she stepped into the bar, the succubus paused just a moment, tensing inwardly, then relaxed when no one immediately singled her out or attacked. Scanning the room, she spotted Danny at the bar counter and walked over.
Sliding onto the stool beside him, a smile on her face, she ordered a vodka gimlet before turning to the Captain. "How's it going, Danny? Aside from the obvious," she amended, referring to their earlier conversation. "I hope my post didn't upset you."