(a roll of her eyes. if the dog licks her once, she's out. not that she has an aversion or even a dislike, but there are bigger and better things to take care of and a fluffy, slobbery thing isn't one of them.
sombra slips into the bar with no trouble, with a flash of identification and a playful word to the bouncer, leaving her staring at the littered expanse of seating, the curving bar, a bright dance floor not yet occupied, and the place she wants to go — a small booth at the far corner of the joint, away from eavesdroppers and prying eyes.
wordlessly takes a seat, waving off a waiter. not yet, it'd be far too rude to drink before her new friend's arrival.)
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sombra slips into the bar with no trouble, with a flash of identification and a playful word to the bouncer, leaving her staring at the littered expanse of seating, the curving bar, a bright dance floor not yet occupied, and the place she wants to go — a small booth at the far corner of the joint, away from eavesdroppers and prying eyes.
wordlessly takes a seat, waving off a waiter. not yet, it'd be far too rude to drink before her new friend's arrival.)