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Diana touches down just inside the front door, coiling up her lasso and attaching it at her waist as she does so. Her hair is windblown and as tangled as it ever gets, and she runs one hand through it as she strides across the room toward Bar.
One very tall glass of water later and she's stationed herself on a bar stool, leaning back on one elbow and watching the other patrons go by.
She keeps one hand on her lasso, thumb running back and forth over the upper edge of a loop. There's a faint frown-line sketched between her eyebrows, but she fights it back.
Doggedly.
If there's one thing that can be said for this particular Amazon, it's that she doesn't lack for determination. And usually it serves her well.
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One very tall glass of water later and she's stationed herself on a bar stool, leaning back on one elbow and watching the other patrons go by.
She keeps one hand on her lasso, thumb running back and forth over the upper edge of a loop. There's a faint frown-line sketched between her eyebrows, but she fights it back.
Doggedly.
If there's one thing that can be said for this particular Amazon, it's that she doesn't lack for determination. And usually it serves her well.
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