Ames Research Station

[Silver]

The weary woman walked into the bar and nodded to the bartender.
"Whisky, shot, leave the bottle." She said while sitting down on the bar stool.

Kalliste sighed. One long hard week of work, and many busted down targets. The Company records were at an all time high, but as usual, her mood at the end of the day was always on an all time low.

The bartender gave a silent nod in acknowledgement, and placed some shot glasses in front of her alongside a bottle of cheap but decent whisky.

Kalliste, or Kall as her Reaver partners called her, poured herself a shot and downed it. Her eyes screened the empty bar and finally rested on the screen displaying the news of the day.

She unconsciously twirled her engagement ring in her finger, as her mind drifted away.

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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

[Netsforex]

Rann breezed past the security guard, opening his coat to show no weapons.

He sat down at the far end of the bar and ordered a strong drink, glancing at the woman on the other end.
Troubled, he thought.

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