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WHO: emperorshand and YOU
WHERE: A dingy little bar
WHEN: Saturday Night
WARNINGS: Hopefully drinking? Maybe crazy bar fights? The possibilities are endless!
SUMMARY: Mara's hanging out in a bar. Doing a whole lot of nothin'
FORMAT: It's up to youuuu
The bar had a reputation for being small and a lot less classy than some of the bars throughout the city. With as much money as she was making by simply being a member of these "Avengers", she could have easily gone to one of the nicer bars, surely. It wasn't a case of saving money, but instead a case of familiarity, and what Mara was familiar with was the run of the mill smuggler's outpost. Sure, this place wasn't going to carry Wryvern's Reserve, and it wasn't going to house more than just humans, but it was the closest thing she could find to being back home, and so she came, and she sat.
She only drank so much, because while drinking had always been expected in her circles, over-indulging led to far too many issues, primarily with either being kidnapped or killed. And possibly robbed. So she wasn't here for the booze. Not really. She was here to absorb the feeling of being somewhere slightly familiar. It was the closest she could come to being home, because nobody here could simulate the feeling of sleeping in hyperspace, or the sensation of strainging against the crash webbing in a dogfight.
So she had to make replacements where she could find them. This place seemed to work. Sometimes there were even bar fights over an odd look, which always reminded her of home a little bit.
WHERE: A dingy little bar
WHEN: Saturday Night
WARNINGS: Hopefully drinking? Maybe crazy bar fights? The possibilities are endless!
SUMMARY: Mara's hanging out in a bar. Doing a whole lot of nothin'
FORMAT: It's up to youuuu
The bar had a reputation for being small and a lot less classy than some of the bars throughout the city. With as much money as she was making by simply being a member of these "Avengers", she could have easily gone to one of the nicer bars, surely. It wasn't a case of saving money, but instead a case of familiarity, and what Mara was familiar with was the run of the mill smuggler's outpost. Sure, this place wasn't going to carry Wryvern's Reserve, and it wasn't going to house more than just humans, but it was the closest thing she could find to being back home, and so she came, and she sat.
She only drank so much, because while drinking had always been expected in her circles, over-indulging led to far too many issues, primarily with either being kidnapped or killed. And possibly robbed. So she wasn't here for the booze. Not really. She was here to absorb the feeling of being somewhere slightly familiar. It was the closest she could come to being home, because nobody here could simulate the feeling of sleeping in hyperspace, or the sensation of strainging against the crash webbing in a dogfight.
So she had to make replacements where she could find them. This place seemed to work. Sometimes there were even bar fights over an odd look, which always reminded her of home a little bit.