[She certainly walked like someone familiar with this old, dingy little dive. The clothes she was wearing didn't really fit in, but the barkeep just grunted when she slid up to the bar and dusted a seat off before sitting down and resting her umbrella over on the counter. She tapped the bar and pointed to something amber, glancing over at her to see if she wanted anything different or the same.
Either way, she took her fluid off of her wrist and tapped on it for a second before turning it to face Rogue. She was using it a bit like a chalkboard to pass a message along. Some things were hard to do without text, after all.]
If you want the good stuff, you'll have to drink something disgusting first. Your call.
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Either way, she took her fluid off of her wrist and tapped on it for a second before turning it to face Rogue. She was using it a bit like a chalkboard to pass a message along. Some things were hard to do without text, after all.]
If you want the good stuff,
you'll have to drink something disgusting first.
Your call.