Lia hops right up on a stool while Ray does his law and order dealio and spins to get a good look around the joint. (Oh, yeah, she is the most mature.) Her initial opinion is that it's kinda hokey, definitely hinky, but s'not that bad a place.
Until she sees the giant freaking dog-thing and then it's not a matter of trying not to stare as much as trying to shut her mouth before her tongue dries out. Because seriously. Big is not even the word for it.
She's so stuck on the holy-crap factor that she almost misses the bartender growling something about whether or not she's even old enough to be in here. "Oh, yeah, lemme help ya on that one, guy," she says before fishing out and flashing a damned fine fake ID that says that 'Susie Jackson' is most definitely legal to be here. Pocketing it again, there's not a bit of preamble before she says ever so brightly, "So. Sup with Cujo on steroids over there. That can't be chill with the health inspectors."
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Until she sees the giant freaking dog-thing and then it's not a matter of trying not to stare as much as trying to shut her mouth before her tongue dries out. Because seriously. Big is not even the word for it.
She's so stuck on the holy-crap factor that she almost misses the bartender growling something about whether or not she's even old enough to be in here. "Oh, yeah, lemme help ya on that one, guy," she says before fishing out and flashing a damned fine fake ID that says that 'Susie Jackson' is most definitely legal to be here. Pocketing it again, there's not a bit of preamble before she says ever so brightly, "So. Sup with Cujo on steroids over there. That can't be chill with the health inspectors."