The tavern door burst open with a loud bang! As a person-sized orange fuzz ball dropped to the floor, it rolled on its back and a pair of black denim jeans flipped up, a hand sprouting from another end and spinning the whole thing around. The fuzz ball happened to be a woman! She pushed off her hand and kicked the swinging door shut before something banged against it! She landed on her feet, fists balled and at the ready. But with a frantic look around, she noticed that there was nothing chasing her anymore!
"Huh?" she gasped. There was nothing but a door... a door that was no longer banging. Whatever was after her must have vanished! "Where did..." unable to finish her sentence, she took another deep breath, before her shoulders lowered. Maybe she finally had a moment of peace! A few more breaths were enough to calm her down, at least until she turned around and noticed a bunch of regular people just standing or sitting around in... a bar? "Whaaa?"
The lady relaxed from her fighting stance, straightening her back and knees, and leaning back a bit on her hips, still wearing a bit of a serious face. She was still panting softly, though appeared to understand she was in the right place to be at ease. "Man, did I just jump dimensions again? Guess I could use a drink..." Her chest heaved while she reached in her coat pocket for a pipe. The kind sailors and old grandpas would smoke. She looked like the business type, with her buttoned-down white dress shirt, red tie, and brown overcoat with the sleeves draped over her shoulders. The fox pelt's fur covered all of that as well, with the animal's face and head adorned directly over the human one. "Can I smoke in here?" she asked the room.
"Huh?" she gasped. There was nothing but a door... a door that was no longer banging. Whatever was after her must have vanished! "Where did..." unable to finish her sentence, she took another deep breath, before her shoulders lowered. Maybe she finally had a moment of peace! A few more breaths were enough to calm her down, at least until she turned around and noticed a bunch of regular people just standing or sitting around in... a bar? "Whaaa?"
The lady relaxed from her fighting stance, straightening her back and knees, and leaning back a bit on her hips, still wearing a bit of a serious face. She was still panting softly, though appeared to understand she was in the right place to be at ease. "Man, did I just jump dimensions again? Guess I could use a drink..." Her chest heaved while she reached in her coat pocket for a pipe. The kind sailors and old grandpas would smoke. She looked like the business type, with her buttoned-down white dress shirt, red tie, and brown overcoat with the sleeves draped over her shoulders. The fox pelt's fur covered all of that as well, with the animal's face and head adorned directly over the human one. "Can I smoke in here?" she asked the room.
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