[u][i]Abigail "Rabbit" O'Reilly[/i][/u]

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Rabbit wasn't fond of stereotypes, nor did she want to nurture them in others with her own actions. However, she would acknowledge that she was as much of a drunkard as any Irish when given the chance. Years of training back in Ireland had given her a higher resistance to alcohol than most, but then she'd also drink more than most. It was the norm to socialize while drunk where she came from, but here it seemed to be a thing for the glum and depressed. She gestured for the bartender to give her another straight whiskey with ice, when he did so she picked the glass up and stared at the contents for a few seconds. She didn’t think he’d put anything in his drinks so far, but maybe someone else had. She tasted it with her tongue, and when she found that it tasted like it should she drank what was in the glass, then shook her head and put it back down with a cling.

Some of the other members of the Vanguard were seated at the same bar counter as her. Most of the men in the gang were mainly interested in getting with the women, at least that’s what it seemed like to her, but she’d managed to keep them at bay by being herself. It couldn’t be easy to flirt with someone who would stare at you, examining every comment you made as if you were a complete jackass. She didn’t think they were all a bunch of jackasses, but she did doubt their intentions when it came to her. Did they only want to screw or was there something more sinister there? She couldn’t know unless she let her guard then, and she wouldn’t do that easily in some bar. 

Rabbit noticed that one of the guys who had begun fighting over some girl with another guy wore star-shaped sunglasses like she did. It made her smirk. Maybe she should try to find rabbit-shaped sunglasses as well? Who else could possibly wear something like that? She had her belt and her tattoos though. Perhaps anything else would be overdoing it.

There were quite a number of Vanguards gathered here tonight. Their leader was there as well. Maybe they’d all decided on something while she’d come here for the simple pleasure of whiskey. Maybe she’d drunk so much that she’d forgotten her original purpose for being here. She thought she’d only had a few shots so far, like three or four. Rabbit would have tried to gather more information on the people she didn’t know that well yet, had they met somewhere else, but she doubted she would wake up tomorrow with a perfect memory. She needed to take more notes to improve her plans for when one of them betrayed her. It was also a good way to get to know her fellow Vanguards better, but that felt like a secondary task.

“The music here sucks.” She mumbled to herself, probably way too loud though as she could feel glances in her direction. It was true though, to her silence would have been preferred over this, but silence would also allow her to listen in on others conversations. Rabbit ordered another straight whiskey, didn’t check the glass this time, drank and laughed.