Cuban cigars (Logan)
From her room Diana made her way back down the hallway. She had been there before and it seemed she was but re-tracing her previous steps. Now, though, the journey was different. She now had her tiara and bracelets, and most of all her lariat. She had left the rope within her quarters lest it be misplaced. There was no use for it here, not yet. They weren't fighting any enemy that she knew and so she had left it behind. It was secure in a place where only she would know and none could find unless they knew her thoughts. A gentle secret, though really any use of the rope would have proven futile. Only she held the key to its power. As did the rest of her gear. Her tiara and bracelets were coveted pieces, they held much of the gifts she had been given. She could exist without them but she wouldn't deny the comfort of the weight of the metal against her skin.
Her feet carried her quickly past the front desk. Instead of veering through the doorway that would take her to the beach, Diana took a different path. A few steps more and she was pushing through the door that offered food and beverage for a weary traveller. She wasn't sure what a 'bar' was, other than a tool one could use to measure or fight with, but it happened upon her the definition as she moved slowly towards it.
There was a man sitting upon a stool, a gruff but good looking man that was muscular. Diana slipped on to the vacant stool next to the one the strange man occupied and instantly a smoky smell overtook her. She coughed. Her head tilted and her eyes found the source of the aroma. She had no idea what that was called. It didn't matter.
The bartender wandered up with a smile and Diana offered her attention. Instantly the man was smitten with her and it was easy to get a drink from him, a water. She knew not what the rest of those bottles held and she was convinced that knowing might not be worth the trouble.
"What is it there that you drink?" She inquired of the muscular man with the smoky smell. It was some strange liquid. A strange brown liquid that she knew no origins of.
Her feet carried her quickly past the front desk. Instead of veering through the doorway that would take her to the beach, Diana took a different path. A few steps more and she was pushing through the door that offered food and beverage for a weary traveller. She wasn't sure what a 'bar' was, other than a tool one could use to measure or fight with, but it happened upon her the definition as she moved slowly towards it.
There was a man sitting upon a stool, a gruff but good looking man that was muscular. Diana slipped on to the vacant stool next to the one the strange man occupied and instantly a smoky smell overtook her. She coughed. Her head tilted and her eyes found the source of the aroma. She had no idea what that was called. It didn't matter.
The bartender wandered up with a smile and Diana offered her attention. Instantly the man was smitten with her and it was easy to get a drink from him, a water. She knew not what the rest of those bottles held and she was convinced that knowing might not be worth the trouble.
"What is it there that you drink?" She inquired of the muscular man with the smoky smell. It was some strange liquid. A strange brown liquid that she knew no origins of.