Que bonita es volar...

[glassjazz13]

Chance stepped away from the table of the gentleman she'd just been serving, walking back to the kitchen and setting her tray down. It was definetly time for a break. She was grateful she didn't have to work the stage tonight-- her aching legs definetly approved-- and it looked like tonight would be pretty laid back anyhow. Walking back on the floor, she looks longingly towards the bar. She wanted a drink badly but it looked like Frankie had her hands full at the moment. Shrugging to herself she leaned against the wall and scanned the room....eyes falling on the stage, she wondered who was on next...

**(OOC: so...um....Jemma and I have "alterior motives" in this post and there's something planned that we need an audience for so anybody, everybody jump in if you will please. thanks much)