[When she's awake, reality is no match for her perspective (at least, not in her mind), and her sense of what is and what should be makes the dream shape quickly to her will. Now they're in a dimly-lit bar, full of people, and Reno's dressed in her usual garb: messy white shirt and messy black suit.
The crowd has a sense of who she is, and there's a decided deference in their manner toward her as she saunters up to the bar, turning back toward Ami with a careless air.]
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[When she's awake, reality is no match for her perspective (at least, not in her mind), and her sense of what is and what should be makes the dream shape quickly to her will. Now they're in a dimly-lit bar, full of people, and Reno's dressed in her usual garb: messy white shirt and messy black suit.
The crowd has a sense of who she is, and there's a decided deference in their manner toward her as she saunters up to the bar, turning back toward Ami with a careless air.]
What'll you have?