Erin knew WestEnd well now. She slid through the streets with relative ease, finding herself in front of a rather beat up old bar. She'd heard the brawls out front late at night... grimy and too violent to even bother seeming fun. She pushed down the hood of her black hoodie and slipped inside. Deciding it would be best not to look like herself, she was in jeans and a teeshirt, a normal black zippered up hoodie keeping out the unseasonably mind weather.
Feet took her to the bar where she ordered a whiskey. The tender was crass; a large burly man with bulging arms. He slid her some sort of whiskey concoction housed in a grimy mug. She lifted it and went to settle in an out of the way booth, eyes watching the commons. A long breath in then let out.. she hoped she was in the right place.
Feet took her to the bar where she ordered a whiskey. The tender was crass; a large burly man with bulging arms. He slid her some sort of whiskey concoction housed in a grimy mug. She lifted it and went to settle in an out of the way booth, eyes watching the commons. A long breath in then let out.. she hoped she was in the right place.