Mazikeen (asssaved) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2020-09-19 15:36:00 |
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Maze hadn't ever really been all that good when it came to making friends, but there was a certain type of woman that she respected. She liked those type of women that could hold their own....and it wasn't even necessarily about fighting. No, she liked those that had a back bone. So, when she had started talking to Vanessa on the network there something about the other woman that Maze just connected to. She could tell that there was something different about her. Between her words and the way she was so nonchalant about danger Maze knew that she had seen some serious shit and held her own. So, now Maze was heading towards the bar....her knives still tucked away in her boots. She never went anywhere without them. She knew she could hold her own even without them, but the truth was that she didn't even want to. Her black leather pants fit her so well and the red halter top she was wearing fit her snug enough that she had freedom of moving without it blowing all up in her way. She made her way into the bar and headed right to the booze. She had been a bartender before, so making her own drink wasn't really an issue. She fixed herself a scotch, neat and then took a seat on one of the bar stools. After downing the scotch she leaned back and watched the door, waiting on her drinking companion before making herself another drink. |