Strange sounds that for whatever reason sounded like "squee" emanated from one of the alleyways between the old timey buildings, as the rather eccentric maker of those weird sounds moved about excitedly. Dressed up in a faded tan traveling cloak with a hood that somehow managed to look stylish as the same time, the garbed weirdo darted out from her hiding place to follow the thematically different people into the bar that seemed to attract them all.
This... this was what dreams were made of. It was almost like she was living out a cowboy movie! Looking really suspicious due to the fact she just plain couldn't walk like a regular person and was looking over everything in an excited and almost spastic manner, Ran's action was already pretty good enough to make those who look at her think her to be a Grade A loon. Too bad she hadn't had time to dress for the occasion... Though on the other hand, her duds were already pretty darn comfortable and nice. That dilemma over with, the oriental woman finally walked close to those iconic wooden swing doors.
Making her way inside, she spotted an open bar stool and eagerly hopped onto the somewhat hard seat with an eager and expectant look on her face. Oh boy, she could pull off THAT... "Excuse me, bartender. I would like to have a glass of milk. Of your finest quality please!" The cliche of all cliches... the dreaded glass of milk in a bar request! The ones that only country hicks or hidden badasses order! She was so pleased by this weird request that she was actually quivering and beaming brightly in her seat! Clearly the dimensional traveler had problems!
This... this was what dreams were made of. It was almost like she was living out a cowboy movie! Looking really suspicious due to the fact she just plain couldn't walk like a regular person and was looking over everything in an excited and almost spastic manner, Ran's action was already pretty good enough to make those who look at her think her to be a Grade A loon. Too bad she hadn't had time to dress for the occasion... Though on the other hand, her duds were already pretty darn comfortable and nice. That dilemma over with, the oriental woman finally walked close to those iconic wooden swing doors.
Making her way inside, she spotted an open bar stool and eagerly hopped onto the somewhat hard seat with an eager and expectant look on her face. Oh boy, she could pull off THAT... "Excuse me, bartender. I would like to have a glass of milk. Of your finest quality please!" The cliche of all cliches... the dreaded glass of milk in a bar request! The ones that only country hicks or hidden badasses order! She was so pleased by this weird request that she was actually quivering and beaming brightly in her seat! Clearly the dimensional traveler had problems!