Kite pushed her way through the restaurant doors, only moderately successful in her attempt to look like she hadn’t rushed to get there on time. Internally she kicked herself for taking that extra time to clean herself up; she knew that if anyone should be punctual it should be the driver.
She was wearing her old, worn-out black combat boots and dark green army-style cargo pants, loose around her legs and belted low around her hips. Her shirt was ¾ sleeve baseball-style undershirt with a bold, black X on the chest, visible through the brown leather jacket she wore open over it. Her midriff didn’t show unless she moved her arms in a particular way to make her shirt rise up an inch or two. She was in decent shape but by no means an athlete. She wore a modest amount of makeup, most notably bright green lipstick that matched the green streaks in her otherwise black hair, cut short and tied back with a black paisley bandanna. The right side of her face bore a large, wicked looking scar and her right eye was clearly aritificial.
She stood 5’9”, maybe an inch or two taller due to her boots, which was on the taller side for a human woman. It allowed her to make long enough strides into the room to cover the distance quickly. Just as she was about to pull up at the bar, an elderly orc approached her and quietly asked him to join the group upstairs. She regarded him for a moment, having just realized she’d been in such a rush that she’d failed to have a look around at the other faces nearby. She nodded and headed toward the stairs, making it a point this time to have a look at the other individuals the orc had approached. A woman in a black dress headed in that direction, as did young man carrying some sort of bag, a large, tired-looking troll in a longcoat, and a disheveled orc in a respirator. Kite caught a whiff of him from several paces behind and winced, wishing she had a respirator of her own. The older orc had also spoken to a young, thin girl, but she’d gone running toward the restroom instead of upstairs. Kite watched her go with mild curiosity.
Upstairs, a tall blue-eyed man awaited them. The smelly orc spoke quietly to the troll before moving on to greet the man, and the troll pushed his way back out of the room and downstairs. Kite pressed herself against the wall to let him by, and then selected a seat for herself at the middle of the table, across from the young man.
When it comes her time to order, she asks for a beer and some sort of seafood.