[i] A familiar form sits on the stool next to him, resting her elbows on the counter and waving to the bartender to bring her a drink. [url=https://imgur.com/a/SnAOi]Riley[/url] had healed nicely over the past week or so, many of them just looking like bad scratches. One prominent one stood out, a cut that went over her left eye and hadn't healed as nicely..Jackson could tell it would scar. Her new outfit was..intriguing to say the least. Tight fitting leather pants paired with a revealing top, littered with knives and buckles. The outfit worked To the appeal of many of the men of the bar, but one sharp glance from her and the sight of the array of new weaponry on her made them quickly go back to their conversations. Her katana and wakizashi were nowhere to be seen, having been replaced by two matching swords over her back, and two wicked fighting knives at her hips. The newest and most noticeable thing about her though, was the fact her hair was no longer blue, but scarlet red. Seemed like Wilson would have to find a new nickname. [/i] "I love alcohol as much as the next girl, but you don't seem to be finding much enjoyment in it." [i] The bartender set a glass in front of her, a dark purple drink with a sharp scent to it: vodka. Cranberry, and vodka. Smelled like there was a lot more vodka than cranberry though. [/i]