Welcome to CK’s tavern

[honeydavis]

*she takes a deep breath as she places her hand on the handle to the door, pauses for a second, exhales and then slowly pulls it open. She’s nervous but hoping she’s can do a decent job at concealing it. As she enters the dimly lit, mostly empty bar, she scans the room out of habit. She’s wearing a white t-shirt that may just be a little too thin as her bra can be seen through it though it’s not too noticeable as her blue jean jacket covers most of her chest. Her hips sway in her snug blue jeans, and her work boots make an slight ungraceful clomping noise as she walk despite her best efforts to quiet them. Her makeup somehow still looks fresh despite the obvious signs that she’s been out in the heat and theres spots of grease here and there on herself and every article of her clothing. She makes her way to the bar, pulls a small bill out of her jeans pocket and places it on the bar. After looking for the barkeep which seems to be in the back at the moment, she glances around the bar and takes note of the other patrons before pulling out a stool and seating herself. *