[b]City[/b]

The last surge of alcohol sliding down her throat was like water at this point - her poor, poor liver. Laying down money on the bar, Sage popped out of a small hole in the wall bar, waving to the bartender as she left. Clearly, a regular - but also if you're in the service industry you all know each other. She put her headphones on, and started to bob her head to the hiphop beat melodically playing in her ears. It was her day off, she had pulled 4 doubles in a row and was ready to relax, it'd be a while till she got drunk her tolerance was a little high. To say the least. The hole in the wall bar, she herself worked at, was understaffed which led her hours to surge.
 Sage inhaled the crisp city are through her nostrils, tucked her hands into her jacket pockets and whirled around on one heel only to be stopped by a force coming at her. She landed promptly on her butt, her eyes wide with confusion and surprise "Whoah, my bad dude". She laughed, looking at her hands for damage, and burped slightly - mmmm, whiskey. She stood up, and brushed off the bottom of her dress off. 



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