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The door opens, and a woman with long dark hair and a short black dress steps in.

Well, really, that's technically only partly true. But it's probably close enough to accurate. Workable, at any rate.

She stops and looks around. This doesn't feel like any bar she's ever been in before, and, darling, she has been in a lot of bars. Desperate people do like to drink, and a week in a bar here or there, that's like picking ripe fruit off low-hanging branches.

Well, well, well. Isn't this . . . interesting?

[OOC: If you're the sort who's good at recognizing demons, feel free. If you're not, though, chances are she's just going to come off as young human woman. Questions, etc., ping elsinorequeen.]

[tiny tag: the crossroads demon, cerberus]

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It does, and he doesn't know how good he's got it right now.

In the meantime, Nathan smiled back, and wondered, "Military brat, right? Dad's a career man?" The only reason they stayed in New York was his dad was out of the service by then.

"Mostly I travel for business," she says, not really answering the question about her father's career.

"Occasionally pleasure."

Actually, most often, it's both.

She enjoys her work.

"Oh? And what do you do then?"

"I make certain . . . acquistions, for my employer. Buying, trading.

"Wheeling and dealing, you know how it goes."

"You're a broker?" He could understand that. Some of them donated to his Congressional campaign.

"That term works as well as any," she says, lightly.

(Some brokers have made contributions to her cause, too.)

(They have backed the wrong candidate.)

"I'm from New York. We got our share," Modestly speaking of course.

"And the shares for a few of the flatter states in the middle thrown in for good measure, I should think."

He chuckled at that, and replied, "Touché."

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