She lights her cigar and leans against the counter, watching as a familiar face approached her side. She smirks and makes some room for you, removing her legs from the seat next to her.

“Thought you hated this place.” She takes the cigar out of her mouth, as the bartender handed her a shot. She cleared her throat as the whiskey ran down her throat. It wasn’t the smoothest, but it’s whatever the undercity could get.

She placed her elbows against the stone of the counter, Already mentally preparing what silco would have her do next. She was actually glad silco made you her right hand, which is why you have noticed she’s just a bit more soft with you.