"This is not a game, John Tudor. Though many have treated it so. This is your life we are talking about." Pam looked at the bar top and ran a finger over the surface. Her nose wrinkled, but she supposed her nice outfit was going to be ruined tonight anyway. She sighed and patted the top of the bar and looked up at John expectantly. Yes, she did wish to sit atop it.
"Your goal is to find an appropriate target. That will be the first one of the night. You will probably kill whomever it is, but that can't always be helped. I will also show you how you may prevent confrontation, as you are more than likely to find it here." She had seen the strumpet not far away, and she did approve. There were a few others that might be worth John's time, but for now that one would do.
"If you feel the urge to fight, I will not stop you on that either." She smiled at him. The whole time her voice had been low; anyone watching could see that she was talking, but they wouldn't be able to hear it, even if the room hadn't been filled with rowdy bikers and loud music.