Isabelle entered the bar, dressed in the light black and cyan naval uniform members of the Liberty 106th wore. She looked around, slightly embarassed - sure, she did went to bars before, but that was mostly at the time she was a mere field officer for the LLA. Now being much higher in the military rankings... she couldn't help but feel incomfortable. She sat down at one of the lounge, and smiled at the bartender.
Well, at least the room wasn't too crowded at the moment, and it was one of the few bars where none of her own men were sitting...
A general needed to relax from time to time, right? It was their first shore leave since nearly a whole month now...
"Liberty Ale please" she asked, hoping no incident (read: barfight) would happen...