It was dark in the low-lit bar, quiet with an odd smell of alcohol and vomit. Rumor had it, this location was a favored meeting place of many of the rioters. The atmosphere was tense, slow-like. The bartender's pour, the shifting eyes, the uneasy walk. Many gentlemen in the bar were smoking cigars on this evening, and the bar had a particular haze to it as their smoke rolled off. One of the rebel leaders happened to be sitting at the bar on this evening, and his attention would no doubt be caught, as the attention of all present men, by a sexy woman who was striding in, wearing a red, satin dress, and high heels. She walked slowly across the room, sitting down at the bar near the rebel leader.
"Drinking alone tonight, a handsome bo like you?" she asked.
OOC: Zak, if you will.
