~~~~~~~~<br/>At<i><b> the bar...</b></i><br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Hello Ladies!</span>" Fanya almost slinked on over to the bar, still occasionally stretching and and idly rotating apparently sore muscles and stifling a yawn with a covering hand, "<span style="color: purple">God damn, it's early in the morning, huh? What are you all having?</span>"<br/><br/>She made her way behind the trio when one of the customers of Gomorrah approached her with a bag of caps in his hand and reaching out to touch her arm. She instantly turned and brushed his hand away and smiled, giggling a bit, "<span style="color: purple">You can look but you can't touch, sir.</span>"<br/><br/>Fanya pulled up a bar stool next to Becca and when she noticed Becca's wide-eyed stare at her new "paint job" she grinned mischievously and whispered to her "<span style="color: purple">Told 'ya... Good Morning Rebecca.</span>" She smiled brightly as she palmed her cup of coffee that was waiting for her at the bar. It had suddenly appeared just before she got to the bar. She raised it to her before taking a sip of it, still staring into Becca's eyes and firing off a playful wink at her.<br/><br/>She sulked in her bar seat, clearly still waking up and then again arching her back, stretching out her muscles and covering a yawn... "<span style="color: purple">Clearly, I'm not a morning person... I don't know how you ladies do it... I assume your rooms were to your liking?</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>