The Blue Lion

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The quietness of the Blue Lion surprised Hitomi. After her last visit in a bar, it almost seemed like a spa of some sorts. This time not clad in casual attire, she felt much safer, knowing that her uniform scared away most of the Bretonians, who usually didn't talk much to a Kusarian, especially not one that wore the Obi-Belt that denoted her status as a samurai.
She was completely aware of the effect she had on the war-bitter men and women, so she left the swords at the entrance - a clear gesture of her coming in peace - and stepped to the bartender. She knew that in the rare instance that one of the people here either recognized her or found her interesting enough to instate a conversation, said person would step up and initiate it - and the fact that this was very unlikely made her comfortable enough to sit down at the Bar.

"Scotch. Something old. And leave the bottle, I will be here for the night."

Had been a long time since she last drank a whiskey. She crossed her legs, took a sip and gazed around the bar, hoping not to see down the barrel of a gun. The trouble on Barrier Gate last month had been enough Bar Brawls for her taste.