[As they walked, she gestured towards one of the buildings down the street. The sign said "Hair of the Dog" in front of it. Quite the ... colorful name for a gin joint, wasn't it? But she was feeling generous for the moment. What were a few drinks?
Almost skipping just a bit ahead, the shorter girl made her way towards the door, glancing back and over her shoulder to wink at Rogue. She did a tipping motion with one hand. That would be clear enough, if the smell of old, stale booze wasn't indication enough already.]
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Almost skipping just a bit ahead, the shorter girl made her way towards the door, glancing back and over her shoulder to wink at Rogue. She did a tipping motion with one hand. That would be clear enough, if the smell of old, stale booze wasn't indication enough already.]