A Secluded Bar

[crimecities]

The woman immediately poured out a glass of the strongest scotch she could find, and found an empty table to sit down in and think. What happened was not as simple as merely blowing up an escort and pirating a trader. She was offered to leave her life of piracy behind, to began anew. And she refused.

There was a sense of freedom that came with being a pirate, the kind of freedom that could never be found while under the watchful eye of the government. This freedom came at a price, but was sweet nevertheless.

After looking at the rest of the group, she quickly downed her remaining scotch.