Post by Nomics on Dec 13, 2016 3:48:27 GMT -5
The night was like any other balmy night at one of the local watering holes in Loguetown. The air smelt of booze and ass and it was filled with raucous music, shouting and laughter. To the denizens of this pool of debauchery, everything was great, this was how life was supposed to be, but one dedicated woman knew different. All was not right with the world, not by a long shot.
Nestled in the back corner of the bar, a bit removed from the chaos, sat a rather large woman kicked back with her feet on the table and gripping a sloshing mug of the disgusting ale this dive offered as their signature brew.
Warrant Officer Aruba Fawkes looked like anything except a soldier as she lounged in her chair near the back of the bar. Her usually boisterous blonde afro was tamed in the form of braids cornrowed going straight back, while she wore a tight black crop top with form fitting jean shorts that showed off the entirety of her chocolate hued legs.
She looked good, and even though she was unrecognizable as a Marine, she was still here on Marine business. However, it was not official. The young woman was known for her daredevil style of law enforcement, which wasn't uncommon on an island such as Loguetown, but still, what she was trying on this particular was risky, even by her standards.
Yellow tinted shades lent an artistic value to the adult merriment that she witnessed as she waited for her contact in this auspicious place, she had long been ready to get this show on the road. An endeavor as risky as this was new territory for the accomplished soldier, which made her nervous; and it showed.
In an effort to calm her nerves she downed the ale that smelled of pig's breath in one gulp, smacking her lips in disdain at the taste. Oh gosh! That sucked! They actually sell this stuff? People actually it!?! Yea, she was definitely ready to get started now. Where the HELL is this guy?
Nestled in the back corner of the bar, a bit removed from the chaos, sat a rather large woman kicked back with her feet on the table and gripping a sloshing mug of the disgusting ale this dive offered as their signature brew.
Warrant Officer Aruba Fawkes looked like anything except a soldier as she lounged in her chair near the back of the bar. Her usually boisterous blonde afro was tamed in the form of braids cornrowed going straight back, while she wore a tight black crop top with form fitting jean shorts that showed off the entirety of her chocolate hued legs.
She looked good, and even though she was unrecognizable as a Marine, she was still here on Marine business. However, it was not official. The young woman was known for her daredevil style of law enforcement, which wasn't uncommon on an island such as Loguetown, but still, what she was trying on this particular was risky, even by her standards.
Yellow tinted shades lent an artistic value to the adult merriment that she witnessed as she waited for her contact in this auspicious place, she had long been ready to get this show on the road. An endeavor as risky as this was new territory for the accomplished soldier, which made her nervous; and it showed.
In an effort to calm her nerves she downed the ale that smelled of pig's breath in one gulp, smacking her lips in disdain at the taste. Oh gosh! That sucked! They actually sell this stuff? People actually it!?! Yea, she was definitely ready to get started now. Where the HELL is this guy?