As her performance came to a close Korono placed the guitar upon it's stand, and as she stood back up she brushed her locks back over her shoulder. The Kitsune female walked to past Rica, and the magician with little regard. Her movements as fluid as water as she seemingly glided through the room to the bar. Sitting on the last stool by the wall she lit a cigarette, as a gremlin brought her a glass of iced tea. Her delicate finger tips ran over the rim of the glass softly as she looked around the room. Giving the gremlin a smile to dismiss her she leaned her back against the wall, and sighed.