Hunter bid them goodbye and with both hands in the pocket coat walked away .The shops held nothing that was of interest to him, the doctor eventually saw what he was looking for ,on entering the atmosphere seemed one of unruliness or a better explanation a collection containing a confused variety of miscellaneous things, music blared,the air thick with smoke . Leaning against the bar he ordered whisky ,the first of many , taking out he’s pack of cigarettes Hunter lit one while his eyes wandered across the dancing floor .

Hunter Dr.

Suddenly a young, lithe form sat down beside him at the bar. A curl of smoke swirled past from the slim smoke that she held between manicured green fingers. Her slinky black dress hugged her curvaceous form, allowing glimpses of green to show through in strategic spots. Her dark curly hair was piled on top of her head and she was looking the doctor up and down with a calculating smile as she waited for him to speak.

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OOC: Remember Marthese, STF is PG13. So you can only be a bit suggestive and beyond anything PG13 it will have to fade out.