Esme
The Hatbox Empress/Retired Admin
Cela sighed after a moment, leaving the five dollars though she was never answered, and stood, samurai sword sliding back down into place as she did so. Moving quietly, she moved to a different position, taking a place next to a lonely alien man and striking up a conversation with him. He seemed rather drunk, but he was cute. Giving him a nice smile, the two hit it off quite well.