Go drinking

It had been a while since Tracer had fun drinking and today was as good as any time to search a good pub. But a couple of changes had to be made to her outfit before she could go out. Going for a more civilian looked she changed into blue jeans, a black rain jacket, which also covered up the chronal accelerator on her chest, and a long sleeved brown shirt underneath. As underwear she chose a comfy sports bra and similarly bland panties as she just wanted to have some fun drinking a couple of pints.

Lastly she picked a pair of black sunglasses and went out.

5 hours later she was hammered and talking to the barkeeper. She had long got rid of her jacket, which left the chronal accelerator out in the open, as the owner of the pub had recognized her the second she took of her sunglasses. “And then the donor openly wrote how much he liked me arse. I don’t know if that is cute or creepy.” Tracer drunkenly mumbled. The barkeeper, a man around 40 named Oscar, just smiled down at her as he listened to her story and polished his glasses.

Besides the two of them the pub was mostly empty, which wasn’t unusual as this pub closed in about 30 minutes. After Oscar was sure Tracer was done talking he opened his mouth. “Tell you what, the next drink is on the house and after that you go home, don’t want you to be tired if you get an emergency call.”

“Yeah, you are the best barkeep’” Tracer said and finished the rest of her current pint. The barkeeper continued to smile, but now something malicious was in his eyes. However, Tracer was way too drunk to have any caution or even realize that.

The barkeeper served her the free beer and Tracer quickly went at it. After a couple of sips Tracer put down the glass. “Oh, there is something about that beer.” She went and spun a little in her chair. “It’s a homebrew.” Oscar said. “You like it?”

“Yeah, it is great but…”

Before Tracer could have gotten any more words out she fell asleep.