((It's funny, because One likes dick.))
A woman sat alone at a table, drinking beer. She leaned back in her chair, combat boots resting on the table. Times like this irked here; it was too quiet, just sitting around and relaxing. But her body wasn't made of steel, and resting was necessary--survival was key in this world, after all.
Brushing a strand of auburn hair out of her face, she sighed and glanced around the bar. The patrons chatted idly, none the wiser to her identity--such fools they all were. In a few minutes, she'd rob them blind. It'd serve them right.
A woman sat alone at a table, drinking beer. She leaned back in her chair, combat boots resting on the table. Times like this irked here; it was too quiet, just sitting around and relaxing. But her body wasn't made of steel, and resting was necessary--survival was key in this world, after all.
Brushing a strand of auburn hair out of her face, she sighed and glanced around the bar. The patrons chatted idly, none the wiser to her identity--such fools they all were. In a few minutes, she'd rob them blind. It'd serve them right.