Ilona walked into the bar. She quietly took a seat. The yelling and excitement in the room nearly drowned out her thoughts. A younger man walked up to her, a look of recognition in his eyes, but she didn't return it. He took her order then scurried off to get her the drink. She huffed, fumbling with the simple silver ring on her finger. Weird glances were shot her way. Most were caught off gaurd by her strange appearance, mainly the skull like mask that adorned her face. She tapped her fingers on the table, hoping her drink would come soon.

Sorry for not getting this out very soon. I sort of forgot :P.

(Not to worry! just happy to be starting)

Marla noticed the strange woman the instant she entered. She looked so out of place among the rowdy drunks and shady salespeople that frequented this place, and Marla found herself sneaking glances at her between chatting up the two young men who had been happily offering to buy her drinks all evening. The man to her left made some joke at the expense of his companion, and she laughed heartily, hoping he hadn't noticed her distraction. But it soon didn't matter, as the attention of the two men was drawn away by some of the other ladies at the bar that night. Deciding her efforts were wasted with them now, Marla made her way over to the mysterious woman in the mask.

She barely snagged the empty chair next to the masked woman as someone else was just getting up to leave.
"Hey there, darlin'," she said with a bright smile. "Don't think I've seen you in here before."

Ilona looked at her for a moment. Her eyes were barely visible beneath the mask. Perhaps not. I can't recall that either. She said very nonchalantly. The man brought her a drink. She began to drink it, rather neatly. She didn't seem to pay the girl much mind.

"So, what brings you to town?" Marla asked, swirling the drink in her right hand.

She set the drink down. A friend sent me here for a favor. she said. As she picked up her cup again, she mumbled something, barely audible. She had a very calm, sophisticated way about her. There was no nonsense in her speech. She acted older and experienced yet from what could be seen of her appearance, she showed no sign of old age.

"A favour for them or a favour for you?" Marla inquired. She looked into her cup, then took a long drink from it.

For them. I don't need much. She stated. She slid her cup forward then leaned back slightly in her seat. She started to fumble with her ring.

"Mm. That's nice of you." Marla leaned on the table and rested her chin casually on her hand. "That's a pretty ring you've got there. Did your sweetheart buy you that?"

Sweetheart? Oh no. Love has never had a part in my life. She whispered. She shrugged. She sat up slightly straighter.

Marla nodded. "That's alright, darlin'. Everyone goes about things a little bit different," she said gently. "You do what you want in your life, and don't like people like me bother you about it." She moved her gaze back to her now empty cup.