One night only, folks... (Anywhereyouwantways)
Two or three things are happening in the bar, depending on who you ask. A young woman with bright purple hair is running her fingertip across the fabric of one of her sleeves and watching the material gradually decay away. Most people call her Charity Rosencrans. Not too far away is a little blonde by the name of Anastasiya Wilkes watching this display with detached fascination.
Only Anastasiya looks up when the door opens and Cameron Phillips, looking a bit worse-for-the-wear (when you get yourself blown up, things tend to get a little messy), steps inside. Cameron's hand goes for the gun at her waist and she shakes her head, trying to will her heads-up screen to stop flickering.
{{OOC: Tag whoever you like. I'll be up and about for today/tonight and then gone for 6 days, as will be the trend for most of the summer. Don't let that discourage you, though -- I tag fast! (; }}
Only Anastasiya looks up when the door opens and Cameron Phillips, looking a bit worse-for-the-wear (when you get yourself blown up, things tend to get a little messy), steps inside. Cameron's hand goes for the gun at her waist and she shakes her head, trying to will her heads-up screen to stop flickering.
{{OOC: Tag whoever you like. I'll be up and about for today/tonight and then gone for 6 days, as will be the trend for most of the summer. Don't let that discourage you, though -- I tag fast! (; }}