It had been ages since the assassin had entered a bar merely out of desire to have a drink. She managed to convince her master he was overworking her and she needed a night here and there or she wouldn't be completing her tasks as he liked. Shoving away the recent memory of 'convincing' him she comes to a halt outside of the local bar; The VooDoo Room. She had heard things about the place but had only been in once before to explore. Rolling her shoulders, she brushes her long white braid over her should so that it falls between her shoulder blades as she pushes into the bar.
It was loud.
Cringing at the closeness of the sweaty dancing humans and super naturals, she almost turns and leaves immediately but damn, she really wanted that drink. Swallowing down her annoyance of the patrons pushing into her, she realized she shouldn't have worn her black suit. Careful to avoid most contact, the last thing the witch needed was someone to accidently grab onto the wrong part of her and impale themselves on a blade, or poison the entire bar. Shoving through the crowd she finds an abandoned seat towards the end of the bar. Claiming it quickly she waves down the bartended and shouts over the crowd, "Give me your best bourbon!"
The bartender nods at her and returns with a double not on the rocks. Giving a small tilt of her head she hollers again, "Thanks! You can leave the tab open!" Leaning forward against the bar she sets her elbows on the table and swirls the amber liquid in the glass. It wasn't a cream bourbon, something much stronger than she was used to but she deserved a night off. Though, she wished she had decided to attend a less noisy bar, this would do for now.
Swiveling in her seat, she clutches onto her glass as she takes a sip, her icy blue eyes traveling the crowd for any familiar faces. Of course, she would never see anyone she knew at a bar like this, then again she hardly knew her companions and her acquaintances enough to know where they attended. Shrugging, she lets her gaze travel across the patrons again, taking note of the swaying bodies. The electronic music blew Vhalla away, she didn't understand how anyone could listen to this sort of racket. Shaking her head, she raises her glass to her lips again and sips.
Vhalla Solarn