A rather young woman struggled a bit with the bouncer. Slightly annoyed would be an understatement...past ten or so minutes the man had been searching her multitude of pockets on her utility jumpsuit, along with patting her down. Tools, trinkets, synthpaste tubes, a couple credit chips and her rep card. Not like that stuff was dangerous, just a lot of it.
"Alright miss, looks like you're all set...go on ahead."
Taking a brief moment, she straightened up her bad posture and crossed her arms.
" 'Bout time...." She grumbled as the man finally let her by. Said bar was the hot spot of the Sigmas these days. Everyone seemed to want to come here and take a nice break...and of course the location brought out some strange characters. 'Sairs, Outcasts, The GMG, Dragons, you name it. Hell everyone but the Wilde seemed to show up...them and the boys from the OSC; who would rather stay on their little liner than come here.
The girl here was none of these of course. The subtle distinctive smell of grease (both engine and edible) and sweat was rather reminiscent of the local salvagers from Yanagi. Though her accent was strictly Libertonian.
She didn't end up getting a drink. Last thing she wanted was to fly out buzzed. Looking over one of the small menus, she did settle on getting a plate of some nachos (not like that'll help her slim down). I'd be a lil' bit before they were ready though...gave her time to check out the view. Not half bad really...she loved nebula clouds (who doesn't?).
A brief burst of laughter caught her attention though. She gave the menu back and got up to check it out. May as well socialize while here, eh?
