<div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Name:</strong> Ember Mconnolin<br/><strong>Scion of:</strong> Apollo<br/><strong>Location:</strong> O’Bryan’s Nine Irish Brothers (Irish Pub)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyone<br/><strong>Time of day:</strong> Mid-Afternoon</div><hr/><br/>It had been a long long deployment. Finally Ember's battalion was on leave and they could enjoy life at home for a while. Of course a few of them had the right idea. Meet at O'Bryan's pub and get plastered. But when the straw drawing came around, ember drew the short one. She hated being the designated driver of these guys. So as usual she arrived early enough to get a feel for the pub. If she knew the place better than the drunk soldiers later tonight then it would be easier to find them or direct them out.<br/><br/>She sat at the bar playing a little game with pretzel sticks, making shapes and card houses. She was buying herself drinks of course. Not the alcoholic kind given she had to drive, but still enough to keep the barkeeper happy about her sitting there.