Storm sat at her usual place at the bar, nursing her tankard as well as a chaser. Damn her day had just got fackin’ worse  as a couple of princess’s  decided to grace this place with there obvious gorgeousness and beauty...they  likely didn’t know their arse from their elbow. Still at least they could entertain the men... If they could be called that...most of them looked ...well  wax bloody pot sprang to mind. Still things could be worse...she could have lost her booze and still be in the army.<br/><br/>The scarred woman let out a long and rather unpleasant burp then sniffed in a most impolite manner. “Oi  shop...fill ‘er ap...me bastard brain  finks me blaady frots been cat.”<br/><br/>As it was this woman did not really give a rat’s arse about the patrons as long as her tankard was full and she could sleep in her chair. As far as she knew the army thought she was dead and hopefully it would stay that way. Storm knew that bastard officer had it in for her.<br/><br/>However there was one problem, coin, the woman knew she was fast running out of it and there were only a few ways to earn it, bearing in mind her rather interesting scent and appearance, meant one option was unlikely, especially considering other clientele.<br/><br/>She scratched the knotted scar that snaked down her head and onto her back and snorted at one of the barmaids in this place. “Do ya know of any buggers ‘irin’ at ve moment lav?” She gestured to the mug for a refill and added a few coins in the hope the woman might offer up some information. As far as Storm was concerned, much as being a City Guard paid the bills it was a fackin’ shitty operation.  Being polite was not one of her talents, and thus the woman tended to get herself into trouble with her ‘superiors.<br/><br/>Another burp slipped ungracefully from Storms mouth as she took in the various customers in the bar.<br/><br/>(Just an OOC here, a disclaimer anything Storm ever says is IC.)<br/>