Sienna had pulled into the parking lot of the dive bar that the new fixer, her Contrail Bike barely fitting into the last bit of open space she could squeeze it.  And it barely fit in to that small spot between other people’s beat up vehicles.  Not that they would noticed any new scratches from the ammo bin on her bike.  With that she put her helmet down and turned on the bike security so she could move to look at the bar…. And was not impressed at all.  A completely rundown and very old looking building.  It was a surprise it was still standing.<br/><br/>Just looking at the run-down structure made her wish the last Fixer she had hadn’t died while she was on the job, on her first run.  Now she was out of the money and still owing some people who were not pleasant if she didn’t pay the usual amount.  She had no desire to have the money taken out of her hide.  So she had been desperate to find a new fixer, and now she was regretting having been that desperate.   At least this run had been advertised as a milk run, so it should be some easy money to pay off this month’s debt installment.  It would be Sienna’s first run with this fixer.<br/><br/>The inside of the bar looked about as bad as the outside, just mostly packed full with only standing room… with the exception of a few empty tables.  Her clothing only blended in in so much as they fit among the people inhabiting the bar.  Her leather armored jacket with her pistols on the inside in side holsters.  The pistols were not masterfully hidden.  A plain grey sleeveless shirt, it hung loose off her form.  A pair of khaki cargo pants and combat boots.  Under this was her half body suit armor.  Not that it showed thanks to the jacket.  Though she couldn’t blend in with her blood red hair.  The blue highlights stood out quite will.<br/><br/>Stood out about as much as the bright orange hair of an elf that was lounging in the corner, letting others ogle her form in those tight cloths.  Sienna had to admit she couldn’t resist sending a few looks her way too.  If she wasn’t here for a job, then she may have tried walking over.  Speaking of, when was that dwarf fixer going to get here?<br/><br/>Sienna, once inside looked around for a moment before moving over to the bar to find a seat.  She found one but it was occupied by a very drunk patron.  She moved over and gave the chair a swift pull with her foot, that sent him tumbling out.  Spilling his drink all over himself.  She picked the chair back up and took the seat only about two down from a Hispanic looking man that was very lamely flirting with the elf bartender.  Too bad he left before she could get in her own calls.  Instead she just flagged one of the bartenders down to order a drink.<span style="color: Sienna">“Hey beautiful, how about showing someone much cuter than all these drunks some attention?”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>