Toledo Lounge

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A young woman sits at the end of the bar, staring into her drink. She's hunched over, her head resting on one of her arms. In her other hand, she has a medal of some sort. It appears to be some sort of service medal from the Navy.

"Another please" she pushed her empty cup to where the bartender was standing

"One more coming right up..."

She was wearing a black tank top, some scratches/cuts were visible on her arms. Her jacket, a LN military uniform jacket was hanging next to her. Admiral Jessica Porter was what it read on its tag, though she wasn't an admiral... things changed... but she preferred it that way. There was much less stress this way...

Not too many people had approached her, it seems her LN uniform made some here a bit nervous... that's a shame.. she could use someone to talk to.. she felt isolated here... many still didn't trust her... most of her friends and loved ones were left back in Liberty... she'd paid a high price for fighting in what she believed in.. and for what? This dark bar? this loneliness?

The bartender returned and dropped off the 6th glass of Liberty Ale.... this ale may not taste the best.. but it was home, and it reminded her of home. She was already feeling the affects of the ale, its warmth spreading through her. She looked up at the bartender through drowsy eyes "Keep em coming..."

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I’ll carry this flag
To the grave if I must
Because it’s flag that I love
And a flag that I trust