Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard

[Tigger]

An angry voice can be heard just outside the doorway to the bar. "Aye Chica, you may share my blood but you call me a half breed witch again and it'll be your blood spilled!" A young latina woman enters the bar as she slams her comm unit shut. Her long red hair glistens like copper beside her olive skin.

Angry and frustrated she looks around the bar and spies the man singing softly. Heading towards his table she calls out to the bartender, "Three shots of your best tequila, no salt, no lime." After a brief pause she adds with a gesture, "And whatever this one is having."

Without asking she takes a seat and rubs her forehead, trying to stave off a migraine sized headache. "Buenos tardes amigo. Pray that you never have the family troubles like me. Corsair and Outcast are alike, both hate me due to the mixed blood. Romeo and Juliet does not compare to the marriage of my parents. The blood spilled at the wedding alone was enough to curse them and me, their progeny."

She sighs deeply and mutters, "From la familia to the Zoners, and then even they say to get out for fear of reprisal. Aunque la mona se vista de seda, mona sequeda. In spite of a new look, things remain the same no?"

*another sigh*

"Such is the life I chose on my own. I take the work where it can be found."

As she waits for the drinks to arrive, she takes a small pill case from her jacket and pops two of them. "So, que paso with you? It's been a while has it not?"

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