Closed to @graveresemblance — “Cyberdrunk”
The craving for a smoke hasn’t left.
The sun is burying itself now, slowly but surely into the ground. Juno has been…adjusting quite well, really. It’s not home, but it may as well be. She’s checked out the ins and outs of Chronolium, and has been trying to find a spot to open up shop. Nothing yet, and she’s still working on getting the layout memorized. She knows that’ll come with time.
What she did end up finding earlier, however, was a bar. And with the sun setting, it was the perfect time to mask the cigarette craving she had with another.
The bell on the door rings as she enters. She surveys the people in the bar, as she takes Makina, sheath and all, off her back. She notices someone with blond hair right in front at the bar, and moves towards her. She takes the empty seat to the left of her, white braid closer to the woman than Juno’s tattoo. As she hides Makina under the bar, leaning it against the wood, she nods at the bartender, who turns around. “Sake,” Juno says. “And make it quick.”
The bartender simply nods, and within a few minutes, a guinomi is slid delicately across the table, in front of the weapons dealer. Juno picks it up with her right hand, and takes a small, controlled sip, making sure not to scratch the ceramic cup with her fanged teeth. After taking that sip, she mulls something over in silence. “Come here often?” She says to the woman next to her, without making eye contact.
