<strong>Season</strong>: Summer<br/><strong>Day</strong>: 1<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Battle City, the Battle Bar<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Everyone<br/><hr/>Bars were not usually Nissa's kind of place. Too many people, too confined, too much going on for her to keep track of, especially considering how easy it could be to distract her.<br/>Still, this place was famous, and she was now old enough for the glass of wine that she was curiously sipping as she sat in the quietest part of the bar that she could find, her attention drifting between the people around her.<br/>She'd even made an effort with her clothes, her black shorts and skirt, and glittery purple tank top, showing enough to make it clear that she was an, admittedly still boyish, girl.<br/><br/>The couple by the jukebox drew her admiring (and somewhat jealous) gaze away from the Miltank-morph waitress, Nissa's eyes drawn not just by the attractiveness of the feminine man and his deliciously androgynous partner, but also by their clear interest in each other.<br/>Absently brushing against the lone pokeball she wore, Nissa smiled faintly at the familiar, warm touch of its occupant's mind against her own.<br/>She'd try out this whole 'scoial interactioin' thing later; for now she was content to just observe.