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The door to Milliways opens to a blast of music. A crackly radio is playing Pitbull's 'I Know You Want Me' at what is probably its top volume. The growl of a motorcycle engine fades into the distance as someone pokes her head into the bar.
It's Coyote, wearing a very worn pair of jeans, black boots, and a grease and paint stained tank top. She looks slightly...different, as well. Not so much as you wouldn't know it's her. Something around the eyes, maybe, or shorter hair. Or is it that her cheekbones are a little more defined?
At any rate, Coyote tosses the goggles she was carrying in one hand onto a bench, and steps into the bar.
It's Coyote, wearing a very worn pair of jeans, black boots, and a grease and paint stained tank top. She looks slightly...different, as well. Not so much as you wouldn't know it's her. Something around the eyes, maybe, or shorter hair. Or is it that her cheekbones are a little more defined?
At any rate, Coyote tosses the goggles she was carrying in one hand onto a bench, and steps into the bar.