Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard

[Juzt156]

Holly regarded the newcomers with feigned intrest, like every other slack jawed moron in The Lone Drunkard. Clearly somone who wore such an odd suit either wanted to be noticed, or did not care if they were. She drained the last of her cider, in one long gulp, some of the liquid spilling out of her mouth and down her chin. She slamed the glass loudly on the bar, she shouted loudly at the bar tender "Oi! Tight pants" She leered drunkenly at the bar tender "Another cider please.....oh oh oh yes and some peanuts." She slurred and wavered gently on the stool. It was all an act of cource, but having everyone think you were a drunk meant they either kept away and tried to avoid looking at you, which made them easier to observe. Plus there was the added bonus of some guy trying his hand at her, a perfect opportunity to break the boredom....and his jaw. Perhaps steal a few credits if she could. After all who was going to question the tearfull protestations of a Damsel in distress. The thrill of playing a role was just as great as the rewards.

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