In A Foreign Land (OPEN)

[Kysenia Chernovol]

Kysenia walked into the bar and she let her eyes scan around the people that were sat there, after all, she needed to make sure if any of them were going to be potential threats after all, she might have done some work on them in the past and they might have been a little more than pissed about it.

Sitting at one of the empty bar stools, she frowned at the wood, until the bartender coughed and came over to her, asking if she wanted anything, to which she responded with a blank stare and a mere point at the bottle that she wanted, which was a simple butterbeer.

Of course one of her main problems was her addiction to Red Sand, people thought that was one of her main problems anyway, in reality, she was just born this way, skittish and unsociable...with some Red Sand thrown in on the side.

Running her hand through her stuck up hair, Kysenia, sipped at her butterbeer, her dark smokey eyes looking down the bottle, picking off a stray label that was still stuck on it, and placing it in the nearest ashtray.