As Luka walked up to the tavern she paused with her hand on the doorknob. She could hear the rowdiness inside and hesitated, her more wild nature kicking in. Taking a deep breath, Luka pushed away her instincts, and drew upon every once of courage her human side possessed before finally opening the door.<br/><br/>She was met by a wave of scents, the strongest of which was alcohol, and the scent alone was enough to make her sway as if she had too many shots of Whiskey. Sneezing, Luka stepped inside. The smell caused another sneeze and an almost drunken side step.<br/><br/>As Luka continued further into the bar, the sneezes became more violent, and she noticed she was getting a lot of unwanted attention.<br/><br/>"Hey toots, I'm a doctor," one drunken patron said with a wink.<br/><br/>Luka ignored him and moved to an empty spot at the bar. She grabbed a napkin and gently rubbed her sensitive nose. When she could speak again she said, "Barkeep, get me a Black Russian."