Ouray Inn (iRP)

[Melander]

Ava walked slowly into the Ouray bar, scanning the tables within. Everything had gone as it had been planned, and the bomber was clean. Supposedly, at least. Spotting the table with Lance and what she thought was the LSF agent that had defected, she started walking towards them. Rattler realized the bottle was empty, and did a quick turn to where to bartender was, cleaning a few glasses. "One shot glass, and Mother's Finest." The bartender set down his glass, and reached under the table.
"Try not to let the agent over there pass out, hmm?"
Word must have spread pretty fast then, Ava thought to herself. She walked over to Lance's table and filled her own glass up, then filled Lance's, before sliding the bottle neatly to the middle of the table. She sat down where no other shot glasses were, and looked over to the ex-LSF agent. After a second or two of sizing her up, Ava nodded. "I'm Rattler. Guess you're the LSF agent? Before waiting for an answer, she glanced at Lancehead.

"Liberty has been moored, I did what you asked. I want to know what's in the bomber though..." Ava picked up her glass, and began swirling the liquid a bit. "Who knows what we would find in there? Well, I suppose you would, but still." After staring into Mother's Finest a bit longer, she downs all her glass, and shakes her head a bit after. While she liked lighter drinks, you'd be crazy to say she still couldn't take the bars signature one. "Anyways, I'll need a bit of filling in on whats going on. Skim it all over."