Jessica wasn't usually big on hives of scum and villainy like this, but she was mentally exhausted, the music was good, and they had food and drink. Not good food, necessarily, and definitely not good drink and she didn't exactly have money to pay. But whatever, dining and dashing would probably be the eighty-ninth most illegal thing happening here tonight.

[OOC: Open to Camp Onederful or bounty hunters, which I'll be requesting shortly mwahaha.]