<span style="font-family:Amaranth"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">A cougar walks into a bar..., The One Night Stand.  A few steps inside her body ripples and morphs into the body of a forty-ish woman wearing scant clothing that does manage to cover her intimate areas.  The body looks healthy, but worn and with a number of scars.  Atop her head is the skull of a mountain lion, followed by her wild black hair, then her once beautiful face under red-brown skin and under her chin, like a necklace, hangs the big cat's jaw.  The cat's hide is draped over her back like a cape and clasped by it's arms and an ornate pin.  A half-full canvas duffle bag in olive drab green materializes slung over her shoulder.<br/>
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She scans the room and is satisfied with what she sees.  "Firewater," she mutters and heads over to the bar, puts a hand under her cloak to bring out a purse.  So much there to choose from.  She decides on rye and pours herself a double.  She leaves a ten dollar bill at the bar and goes over to the fireplace to warm herself, inside and out. <br/>
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She sits on the love seat and sets her bag near her, on the floor.<br/>
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In movies, you'd see native Americans greedily gulp alcohol like water.  She sips it.  She softly sings to herself, an old song of better days, in a language that probably no one in the bar would understand.</span></span></span>