“You'll find the place to be just what'cha need, smoothskin.”
She vocalized a big 'thank you' and trotted up the steps as quickly as possible. Her sack jumped and dangled off of her shoulder, as did her humble-sized holster and the 10mm pistol inside it, which she held her hand onto just in case it tried to jump out and hit the floor.
A minute later, she found herself in front of the doorway to the shop was she directed to by Winthrop.
At least this time the doors were already half way opened for her. She grabbed the handles and pushed her way into the animated atmosphere. In an instant, a whiff of thick musk and alcohol caught up in her nose and throat. It was heavy and raw, and she grimaced at the unappetizing scent. Not a shop at all, but a very popular bar. Welp, she was definitely in the right spot to sell her booze, at least.
Her brown eyes fixated on the surroundings and saw the bartender with his caps. He fingered at them, and placed them in organized stacks. He counted them one by one, with contented grin on his face. The patrons around him were woozy, lacked stable mobility, and were giddy about anything and everything. She walked a few paces inside the room. She viewed across the room from left to right, and caught one ghoul with his eyes directly on her. Glassy light blue eyes were lowered and eyebrows were extremely furrowed. The face expression truck an odd pang in Evelyn's stomach. His lips were tightly pursed together, and formed a frown. As though the man disapproved of her presence.
She wouldn't allow the extraordinarily statuesque man intimidate her away from her soon to be profitable trade. She paced her foot-steps, past the eyeful man, and quickly settled herself in a seat that wasn't occupied by a drunk.
The bartender was still fixated on his caps, and never bothered to look up when she propped her elbows on the bar. She lightly, and politely, cleared her throat.
The man darted his eyes to meet with her own, and blinked. The mixed emotion made the impression of being stuck between confusion and surprise. The more she lingered in The Underworld, the more she realized she may have been the only real smoothskin to simply venture down there. She felt like one of those attraction pieces she stumbled across earlier, and that wasn't what she wanted when she came to the safe haven.
The ghoul corrected his posture, primmed back his strands of hair, and cleared his own throat.
Re: You and I Are In 'Unity' 6/?
She vocalized a big 'thank you' and trotted up the steps as quickly as possible. Her sack jumped and dangled off of her shoulder, as did her humble-sized holster and the 10mm pistol inside it, which she held her hand onto just in case it tried to jump out and hit the floor.
A minute later, she found herself in front of the doorway to the shop was she directed to by Winthrop.
At least this time the doors were already half way opened for her. She grabbed the handles and pushed her way into the animated atmosphere. In an instant, a whiff of thick musk and alcohol caught up in her nose and throat. It was heavy and raw, and she grimaced at the unappetizing scent. Not a shop at all, but a very popular bar. Welp, she was definitely in the right spot to sell her booze, at least.
Her brown eyes fixated on the surroundings and saw the bartender with his caps. He fingered at them, and placed them in organized stacks. He counted them one by one, with contented grin on his face. The patrons around him were woozy, lacked stable mobility, and were giddy about anything and everything. She walked a few paces inside the room. She viewed across the room from left to right, and caught one ghoul with his eyes directly on her. Glassy light blue eyes were lowered and eyebrows were extremely furrowed. The face expression truck an odd pang in Evelyn's stomach. His lips were tightly pursed together, and formed a frown. As though the man disapproved of her presence.
She wouldn't allow the extraordinarily statuesque man intimidate her away from her soon to be profitable trade. She paced her foot-steps, past the eyeful man, and quickly settled herself in a seat that wasn't occupied by a drunk.
The bartender was still fixated on his caps, and never bothered to look up when she propped her elbows on the bar. She lightly, and politely, cleared her throat.
The man darted his eyes to meet with her own, and blinked. The mixed emotion made the impression of being stuck between confusion and surprise. The more she lingered in The Underworld, the more she realized she may have been the only real smoothskin to simply venture down there. She felt like one of those attraction pieces she stumbled across earlier, and that wasn't what she wanted when she came to the safe haven.
The ghoul corrected his posture, primmed back his strands of hair, and cleared his own throat.
“Is there something I can do for you?”
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