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Coyote strolls into Milliways, the sounds and smells of another bar drifting in behind her before she shuts the door. She's still got her helmet tucked under one arm, and her hair falls down her back in a smooth braid.
No fights today, or even her normal smirk. She seems mostly calm and pleased tonight. This may have to do with the whiskey she just ordered, or all may be well in the world for a change.
No fights today, or even her normal smirk. She seems mostly calm and pleased tonight. This may have to do with the whiskey she just ordered, or all may be well in the world for a change.