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It really wasn't much. Looked more like your classic biker dive bar on the edge of any city. Served many of the same drinks, had the usual couple of pool tables and dart boards off to the side.

The major difference

This bar was on the edge of Hell. It existed in a way that it could be entered both on earth, and in hell, though humans often avoided the place due to some of the people that frequented it.
Leona, sitting at the counter, gave him a sideways glance as he walked in. She wasn't looking the best either, the bags under her eyes even darker than usual. She stared back at the drink in her hand and muttered somthing in some strange language.
The a loud bump acknowledged the archer's appearance, her revealing clothings that dangling on her model-figure, the princess curled her snow-white hair, twirling the logs gently.
The a loud bump acknowledged the archer's appearance, her revealing clothings that dangling on her model-figure, the princess curled her snow-white hair, twirling the logs gently.
' Missed me ? ' the combatant sang, her arms waving out with a wink of charisma. Her gaze landing on the man, Samuel.
The a loud bump acknowledged the archer's appearance, her revealing clothings that dangling on her model-figure, the princess curled her snow-white hair, twirling the logs gently.
' Missed me ? ' the combatant sang, her arms waving out with a wink of charisma. Her gaze landing on the man, Samuel.
She clicked her tongue viciously, ordering her drink instantly before sitting place near the people in hope to start a discussion, her orbtics parted, visible the combatant was in her humoristic self.
The atmosphere was thick by the stench of alcohol, Zephir herself up for anything from a sexual night to a fight for death. She knew they had no idea who she was, but who cared?
Zephir flexed her corner-teeth with a malicious grin, dragging out a chair to seat herself beside Samuel. Nudging his side, tongue driving over her teeth.
‘ What’s up pretty boy. ‘ spoken between big sips by the bottle of whisky, her tune darkened and drowned in the bold russian accent. A slim hand running through her white hair, her stature eye-catching – it was clear she needed attention and a following great night at bar.
The a loud bump acknowledged the archer's appearance, her revealing clothings that dangling on her model-figure, the princess curled her snow-white hair, twirling the logs gently.

' Missed me ? ' the combatant sang, her arms waving out with a wink of charisma. Her gaze landing on the man, Samuel.

She clicked her tongue viciously, ordering her drink instantly before sitting place near the people in hope to start a discussion, her orbtics parted, visible the combatant was in her humoristic self.

The atmosphere was thick by the stench of alcohol, Zephir herself up for anything from a sexual night to a fight for death. She knew they had no idea who she was, but who cared?

Zephir flexed her corner-teeth with a malicious grin, dragging out a chair to seat herself beside Samuel. Nudging his side, tongue driving over her teeth.

‘ What’s up pretty boy. ‘ spoken between big sips by the bottle of whisky, her tune darkened and drowned in the bold russian accent. A slim hand running through her white hair, her stature eye-catching – it was clear she needed attention and a following great night at bar.
The a loud bump acknowledged the archer's appearance, her revealing clothings that dangling on her model-figure, the princess curled her snow-white hair, twirling the logs gently.

' Missed me ? ' the combatant sang, her arms waving out with a wink of charisma. Her gaze landing on the man, Samuel.

She clicked her tongue viciously, ordering her drink instantly before sitting place near the people in hope to start a discussion, her orbtics parted, visible the combatant was in her humoristic self.

The atmosphere was thick by the stench of alcohol, Zephir herself up for anything from a sexual night to a fight for death. She knew they had no idea who she was, but who cared?

Zephir flexed her corner-teeth with a malicious grin, dragging out a chair to seat herself beside Samuel. Nudging his side, tongue driving over her teeth.

‘ What’s up pretty boy. ‘ spoken between big sips by the bottle of whisky, her tune darkened and drowned in the bold russian accent. A slim hand running through her white hair, her stature eye-catching – it was clear she needed attention and a following great night at bar.

Spinning the drink in her hand, the combatant examinated the other people around. Hand toying with the bow on her back, following each texture on the wood. Waiting for a response with flirtatious grin, hin gaze now examinating the male.
Apologies! It kept sending when clicked enter for a new line!!
Aki was feeling tired after a day at work. his back hurt and he wanted a little remmedy to help sooth the pain.
on bloody mary please

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