(( Bar countertops: Stacey ))
Stacey had missed the passing out of the vouchers, so she picked one off of the table and nodded thanks to Mystique. Lacking any questions, she made her way over to the bar and sat on a stool. When the bartender made his way over to her, she politely declined, she was just sitting for a place to rest. Her holster has been rubbing up on her hip, she took the shortsword out of it and laid the leather holster on the table. She sighed and asked politely for a rag of some kind. The bartender threw one over to her, she caught it and nodded thanks. The gauntlets she wore clanked together as she wiped down the shortsword.