[ She's relaxed, slouched back against her chair, her gaze tracking the way the her opponent's friends help him shuffle back off to some dark corner where he can sleep it off in peace, before it flickers to the newcomer. Sunglasses; cane. Interesting.
Wynonna taps the bottom of the shot glass on the table, solid glass on wood; once, twice. Focuses through the haze of alcohol that's giving this place the faintly fuzzy look of an old movie where they'd smeared Vaseline on the lens. The drink burns in her stomach, the only familiar thing here. ]
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[ She's relaxed, slouched back against her chair, her gaze tracking the way the her opponent's friends help him shuffle back off to some dark corner where he can sleep it off in peace, before it flickers to the newcomer. Sunglasses; cane. Interesting.
Wynonna taps the bottom of the shot glass on the table, solid glass on wood; once, twice. Focuses through the haze of alcohol that's giving this place the faintly fuzzy look of an old movie where they'd smeared Vaseline on the lens. The drink burns in her stomach, the only familiar thing here. ]
Here for a round?