Switch
Don't make me bite you...
Absentmindedly testing the weight of her empty shot glass, Switch glanced over at the newly introduced man to her left, "Call me Switch." Now he was speaking her language, in more ways than one. "By all means." She gestured vaguely in a second attempt to get the bartender's attention, her initial hostility towards the armor-clad stranger all but forgotten with her lightening mood. After all, there are very few reasons to turn down a free drink, and this was the second one she had gotten today.
[member="Novin Jackal"]
[member="Novin Jackal"]