[She looks fancy, hell she was fancy once, but she's got cheaper tastes.
At least she can flash a bit of a grin at the... bartender? Sure.
Hanna shrugs off the off-black military jacket, oversized in all aspects, yet somehow, unequivocally hers. The faded patch on her shoulder reads KING in massive block letters.
Now she certainly looks even less like the sort of patron that could pay at this place, what with the tank top she wears that reveals her myriad of tattoos.]
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At least she can flash a bit of a grin at the... bartender? Sure.
Hanna shrugs off the off-black military jacket, oversized in all aspects, yet somehow, unequivocally hers. The faded patch on her shoulder reads KING in massive block letters.
Now she certainly looks even less like the sort of patron that could pay at this place, what with the tank top she wears that reveals her myriad of tattoos.]
More whiskey, less coffee?