[center][h2][b][i][color=D87093] Tzipporah Rashid [/color][/i][/b][/h2][/center]
[center][b] Mentions: [@RedVII] [/b][/center]

[center] Tzipporah chuckled at the man's suggestion that she was a "glutton for punishment." Tattoos didn't really phase her unless she were to get one on her ribs or feet or somewhere like that. She glanced back at the bartender who was begrudgingly wiping up a spill at the far end of the counter. Swiveling her bar chair back around towards the strange man, she noticed he seemed a bit. . . child like. She couldn't decide if it was a little concerning, or amusing. [i] 'I guess I'll find out then won't I?' [/i] [color=D87093] "Well my full name is Tzipporah Rashid, however I [i]do[/i] like nicknames sometimes. Maybe the more times you run into me, you might get an idea for one." [/color] She smirked and cocked her head playfully, insinuating that he may run into her more often than he had previously thought. [/center]

[center] Remembering what the bartender had said about their time limit, Tzipporah hopped off her bar stool, while glancing in the direction of the man behind the counter to make sure he wasn't looking. Making sure her new friend was paying attention, she smirked at him and stealthily snagged 2 hard ciders from behind the counter. [color=D87093] "Our time's up! You better follow me if you wanna keep that handsome face of yours!" [/color] She then walked briskly out of the bar and rounded the corner towards her spot on top of the stacked boxes. There was something about high spaces that made her feel. .  . safer. [/center]