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Working the door and then some (Open to Purgatory goers)
Pam stood at the door, checking ids and learning more of the people who lived in the City. She didn't need to know them, but it wasn't like she had a choice at the moment. She refused to go in to the damn place, although she had admitted that she liked the new name. It was better than the old name, and it wasn't so painfully on the nose as Fangtasia.
She was wrapped in dark denim jeans and a sweater that didn't hide much in the way it hugged her body. The boots went above her knees, and they added over five inches to her height. Her hair was pulled up in some ridiculously intricate braid; she had had practice so very long ago, not with her hair alone. Then again, Eric would probably not care for her sharing that information.
She glanced at the clientele, the very mixed and painfully not what she wanted to deal with at times clientele. She sighed softly, and continued to look at ids and faces.
She was wrapped in dark denim jeans and a sweater that didn't hide much in the way it hugged her body. The boots went above her knees, and they added over five inches to her height. Her hair was pulled up in some ridiculously intricate braid; she had had practice so very long ago, not with her hair alone. Then again, Eric would probably not care for her sharing that information.
She glanced at the clientele, the very mixed and painfully not what she wanted to deal with at times clientele. She sighed softly, and continued to look at ids and faces.