- Invitation Status
- Preferred Character Gender
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy/magical/horror/romance
The ground squished beneath her feet as worn, combat boots trod through mud, and puddles. The rain from the prior day had taken it's toll, and though the ground would likely be drying nearer the city, the trees here would block out the sun causing the ground to remain muddy for much longer. Not that this particular woman would mind, in fact she'd make it a point to step in every puddle she possibly could, slick up her boots, and undoubtedly make her mark on the streets of Bourbon. Her prize from all her effort? Black boots turned brown, and little specks of already drying mud dotting tanned calves as she continued on her way with little to no care in the world.
It would be several minutes, perhaps even hours before she broke through the edge of the wood, and into the city proper, the sounds of life and the sights of the city catching her attention rather quickly. It was always such a nice change. Bright with the scents of food, alcohol, and sex wafting in the air. Even during this time of day. Taking in a deep breath, she would continue on, heading towards a rather well known bar. Approaching the building, she'd make it a point to NOT tap off the mud from her shoes, trailing it along the flooring as she entered, and made her way to a stool.
Tapping her knuckles upon the wooden counter top, she flagged over the bartender, rambling out her order almost as soon as the person stood before them. "Whiskey neat, and a burger. Don't care what kind, I'm not picky. Gimme whatever you'd recommend. Side of fries and.....cake. Or pie. Do you have that? I want some of that." for someone so seemingly skinny, she'd ordered a lot which gained from the bartender a rather odd look. It was a bar, luckily however, it was also a restaurant. The tender would stare t her for a few more seconds, in which she would glare over at him, raise her brows in a ' what the fuck are you waiting for' kind of gesture, and shoo her hand at him.
It was at this point that the woman would sooth out her black tank top, and then reach up to turn the baseball cap she had on her head backwards (outfit). Leaning back, her elbows would prop against the bar on either side of her, and she'd begin to observe, legs crossing as she took in the bustling city.
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