The Resting Dragon Gossip
She quickly looked away, humming in disapproval. Maybe Resting Dragon wasn't the best location choice. Glancing back, she observed their outfit colors. Spotting blacks and blues she narrowed her eyes. Both gang colors, a bold choice as either one could invoke the raged of either gang. Was is intentional? Regardless, that wasn't anything she wanted to be part of. Waiting grew boring quickly, she ran a hand through her short crimson hair. She stared at her crystal orb, tapping her finger on the table. None of the girls had gotten in contact yet, how long would it take? Perhaps a drink would make the time go by faster. The young woman walked to the handsome bartender, tapping the bar with a finger as he waited on others. Glancing at the orb, one of the girls had politely apologized that she would be unable to make it. Another saying she'd be an hour before arriving. The pyromancer sighed. Perhaps, she should of waited for an answer before hand. "How can I help...