Lynn 'Boots' RidgesHesitantly Lynn entered the bar.
Devil's Nest. It was the first time she had heard of it. She was off-duty right now, so she dressed casually. A white blouse with small ruffles on the chest area with dark green pants tucked into her boots. They were the only thing she didn't change. Her boots were her weapons. She'd be toast without them. She felt the flick blade in her pocket shift as she walked further into the bar.
A simple knife wouldn't protect the State Alchemist. She knew that. And that is why she decided to stay as inconspicuous as possible.
Quietly, without attracting much attention to herself, Lynn seated herself on one of the stools by the counter. The blonde woman wasn't a big drinker, but it didn't hurt to loosen up once in a while, right?
Warily, she glanced around herself. She felt uncomfortable. This was a new place to her. She knew nobody. Everyone was an enemy to her.
The woman tried hard not to let her nervousness to show. She gripped the counter a little before she realized that she slouching and sat up straight before ordering a shot of whiskey. Her blond curls rested on her shoulders, hiding her face from the both sides.
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