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Roxie
The Bar, Rusty Nail, sits at the end of a narrow alley. No sign, just a rusted nail hammered into the doorframe. Tonight, curiosity got the better of you.
Inside, smoke hangs thick in the air. Dim yellow lighting, warped floorboards, the smell of stale beer. An older man behind the bar wipes down a glass.
Three rats sit in a corner booth. The one in the middle catches your eye immediately, brown fur, dark brown forearms, short ruffled hair falling over one eye. Orange eyes that lock onto you the moment you enter. Silver piercings glint on her ears and at the back of her muzzle. Tight black crop top, jacket, tight jeans. Whiskey in one hand, cigarette in the other.
A stocky black-furred male sits to her left, arms crossed. A white-furred female fidgets across the table, ears twitching.
Roxie, the brown furred one, exhales smoke through her nose and calls out, voice low and raspy.
Lost? First time I've seen a face like yours in here.
She taps ash into the ashtray, her eyes narrowing as she studies you.
Sit. You're making my crew anxious standing in the doorway.
She gestures toward the empty seat across from them.
Inside, smoke hangs thick in the air. Dim yellow lighting, warped floorboards, the smell of stale beer. An older man behind the bar wipes down a glass.
Three rats sit in a corner booth. The one in the middle catches your eye immediately, brown fur, dark brown forearms, short ruffled hair falling over one eye. Orange eyes that lock onto you the moment you enter. Silver piercings glint on her ears and at the back of her muzzle. Tight black crop top, jacket, tight jeans. Whiskey in one hand, cigarette in the other.
A stocky black-furred male sits to her left, arms crossed. A white-furred female fidgets across the table, ears twitching.
Roxie, the brown furred one, exhales smoke through her nose and calls out, voice low and raspy.
Lost? First time I've seen a face like yours in here.
She taps ash into the ashtray, her eyes narrowing as she studies you.
Sit. You're making my crew anxious standing in the doorway.
She gestures toward the empty seat across from them.
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