The Art Café is closed for the night. The signage at the door has been flipped to ‘Closed’ with another card slid underneath it: Impressionist Meeting, Café Opens @ 1AM. Ja’sunna isn’t all too keen having to close down a good shop for it, but she knows its necessary considering that the Café is Impressionist territory. Jericho has given her a responsibility, after all - to take care of the Impressionist Guild while she’s the temporary Head, and she would loathe to have to disappoint the Helion. Still, the burden of responsibility weighs heavily on her shoulders, and she’s none too keen on keeping the title to herself. After all, she’s never really liked the concept of ‘having’ to do something.

The tigress has set up tiered silver platters on the table laden with finger food, both savory and sweet. She’s brought her own cooler and shoved it to the far corner, although they won’t find much in it except bottled juice and an assortment of alcohol (she likes her wine nicely chilled, and keeps her best bottles in it). Ja’sunna herself is sat behind the bar with an unfathomable gleam in her vermilion eyes, tired but ready as all Hell to get the whole meeting over with; she just hopes everybody would start arriving soon so that she can finish as quickly as she can and return to her isolation.

ooc. yikes this is bad but oH WELL i’ve got a few things to cover once people start showing up