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[u][b][h1][center][color=a187be]Azura Lunarie[/color][/center][/h1][/b][/u]
[b][u][h3][center][color=a2d39c]Cornerstone Bar[/color][/center][/h3][/u][/b]
[color=aba000][center][@Dynamo Frokane][@Pilatus][@BubblegumQueen][@Indy Cooper][/center][/color]

Azura stood in a puddle, dripping wet, uncomfortable, and embarassed. It seemed that today was not her day. She met the bartenders gaze and noticed a slight blush appearing out of nowhere. She hadn't known Rowen long, but Zu-Zu's legendary intuition told her that it wasn't something the bartender ususally did. The next moments felt like time had fast forward. Rowen had impressively climbed on top of the bar counter top and maneuvered around the nearby patrons. In a flash, the woman had made her way over to her and draped the black apron over her shoulders, effectively covering her chest. Azura smiled slightly, a little bigger than usual. Rowen's kind and chivalrous nature had made quite the impact on the brunette.

[color=82ca9d] "Nasty sitch, huh? No worries, we've got towels and spare hoodies an' everything in back, we'll getcha taken care of." [/color] Rowen murmured in Zura's ear and she led her to the back of the bar. 

They entered a room filled with boxes, most likely used for storage, along with it were two chairs and a simple desk. 
[color=82ca9d] "I know I left somethin' in here somewhere..."[/color] She muttered to herself as she tossed a beach towel behind her. Azura caught it in her hands and grimaced. The fabric had been dyed with a striped design, both colors being different shades of pink.
 She sighed but could not complain. No matter how much she disliked the color, it was the most sufficient option she had at the moment in order to dry off. Without any more hesitation she released her dripping wet hair from the band that held her ponytail and bent over. Long black locks cascaded down, nearly touching the floor. She then proceeded to dry her hair before standing back up, meanwhile unbuttoning her shirt. After all, they both were girls right?

[color=82ca9d]"Where the hell did he...Aha!" [/color] The musician exclaimed proudly removing a large sweatshirt from a closet that had been hidden by several cardboard boxes. She tossed the garment over to her as well.

[color=a187be]"Hey thanks."[/color] Azura half-smiled along with a slight nod. Not knowing what compelled her, she lifted the hoodie to her face and inhaled deeply. The smell was intoxicating but she couldn't quite place what had caused it. Definitely cigarette smoke. She proceeded to remove her white button-up, letting it fall with a soft [i]"swick"[/i] to the floor.

[color=82ca9d]"Always keep spare clothing everywhere, my Gran told me. Always comes in handy! Here, you can wear this for now, but I'll want it back eventually. I gotta get back to the bar, come out when you're done changing and I will let you know what the boss said for today."[/color]

As Rowen made her exit, Azura smiled and nodded once more. It was her own silent way of giving thanks. She wasn't too social with people she hadn't known long. Probably due to the fact that she had tried most of her life to remain invisible. Especially around her father. Pulling the sweatshirt over her head, Azura couldn't help but moan as she felt how soft the fabric was. The sleeves were just as long as the shirt itself, to the point where they hung limp over her hands. She pushed the fabric up to her elbows and pulled at the base so the hem was just above her knees. Once situated, she stepped out of her jeans. A challenge since they had clung like glue to her legs. A new fashion statement, the hoodie was now a dress. A mirror hung near the desk letting Zura see her reflection. Her hair that was once slightly wavy, now resembled a woman in the 80s who was really into hair metal. As she walked back towards the bar she attempted to smooth down her voluminous curls, cursing her Greek heritage along the way.

When Azura emerged, Rowen had been busy helping the other patrons from earlier. Not wanting to be a bother, the brunette simply made herself comfortable by hopping on the bar stool that she had used to fill out her application. She waited patiently, sipping the glass of water Rowen had placed earlier.