Firestorm seems to be coming to this bar more and more as of late, the femme enjoying the feeling of anonymity. Currently she was stuffed into the far side of a booth, the dim light overhead not doing much to light her features though her turquoise wingmarks and ruby optics were an instant give-away. Same optics are trained on the front door as she sips a strong orange colored drink, wondering how long it's gonna take for Goa to show up. Maybe Megs finally caught up to him and is dishing out punishment. +Roll: Firestorm rolls against her Awareness Stat and succeeds by 2! The total roll was 9.