Blood Money Bar and Medical Clinic

[Silver]

The way she walked told people she was pissed.
The way her eyes were fuming told people she was very pissed.
The way she punched one of the dancers that came to her the moment she got in, told people she was pretty much off limits.

She walked to a booth and sat there.
Placing her feet over the table, one could see one of her boots was covered in dry blood and dirt.

One of the waitresses came to her.
Cora.

Good looking, willing, and probably enjoying her job and the pay.

"Cora, get me a bottle of Jack and a glass. Tell people to stay the frack away or else i'll rip their throats off just for principle." She shouted.

Cora smirked and went to the bar. Not soon afterwards, she placed a bottle of Jack Daniels and a glass.

"Thanks."

Kalliste grabbed the bottle, poured some in the glass and gulped it.
The burn felt right, and her mood melowed a bit.

Until she reminded herself why she was there.

"Why the frack Crimson gave the company to me? And where are the gorram trainees?"

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop