This was the second.. third? place Ailis had tried, after what felt like a year of looking. This one hit the senses with light and noise and a faint scent of desperation underlying the stronger scents of beer, sweat and gun oil. Ailis paused a moment, stepping out of the doorway to let her eyes and ears adjust.<em>Well... this looks to be promising, for a start.</em>The thought stuck with her as she wended her way through the crowd, boots crunching on something. Ailis didn't look down to find out what it was; too busy looking where she was going as hoots and jeers at the 'little girl' had her glowering fiercely by the time she made it to the bar, just in time to appropriate a vacated space.<br/>She stood out only slightly less - small and slight, wearing snug jeans and a green t-shirt under a well-worn leather jacket. Space to either side cleared up as she spoke up. "Scotch, neat - an' don' ye be startin' with me, lad." Ailis could, would and did show the man her ID at his skeptical look - she was old enough to get shot at, she was most assuredly old enough to drink.<em>Fourth time's the charm, right?</em>She thought, as she sipped the amber liquid and shuddered at the bitter flavor.