Another bar, another free night, another opportunity to drink and just...something or other. Lissa tried not to get philosophical or insufferably poetic after 5, it tended to kill the mood when most people just wanted a good time. The ship was docked for now and she didn't feel like another night in watching vids so she sought out the nearest bar, sporting a more casual number than usual. It felt a little strange, seeing her arm out in the open like this, black durasteel forming a shell around synthetic muscles and veined wires - still, it had only been a few months ago that the arm was organic, maybe she just needed to get used to it.
The feeling didn't subside as she walked into the club, felt like everyone was staring, but she had to mentally push those thoughts down. Cybernetics was normal, people got replacements, some people liked the 'improvement', stop worrying girl. As soon as she stepped through those doors, she just let out a deep breath and let the music and the lights wash over her. The music almost seemed to drown the thoughts from her head, the lights near blinding and forcing her gaze away to keep from going blind, and she moved toward the bar, scents of cigarra smoke and strong booze burning her nostrils. Felt like home, though what could be said about a person viewing bars as home was not something she was gonna think about.
Seeing someone order two Ankatarian Fire Dancers (@Versok ) and not knowing what she wanted, she figured it was best to go for the gut. She patted her credit chit on the bar, raising her chrome arm instinctively. Make that three please! She called out over the music, nodding to the Tiefling in thanks. Looking around, things seemed pretty normal, dancers and drunkards and who knew what else...
The feeling didn't subside as she walked into the club, felt like everyone was staring, but she had to mentally push those thoughts down. Cybernetics was normal, people got replacements, some people liked the 'improvement', stop worrying girl. As soon as she stepped through those doors, she just let out a deep breath and let the music and the lights wash over her. The music almost seemed to drown the thoughts from her head, the lights near blinding and forcing her gaze away to keep from going blind, and she moved toward the bar, scents of cigarra smoke and strong booze burning her nostrils. Felt like home, though what could be said about a person viewing bars as home was not something she was gonna think about.
Seeing someone order two Ankatarian Fire Dancers (@Versok ) and not knowing what she wanted, she figured it was best to go for the gut. She patted her credit chit on the bar, raising her chrome arm instinctively. Make that three please! She called out over the music, nodding to the Tiefling in thanks. Looking around, things seemed pretty normal, dancers and drunkards and who knew what else...