One of Rouge's favorite things to do after work was to go clubbing. She'd been deployed to Empire City for some recon, and upon completing her duties, now walked the bustling streets in search of a good place to blow off steam drinking and dancing. Eventually, she found a little hole-in-the-wall called "Neon Alley," and stepped inside.
The club was packed to the brim with patrons dancing to loud electronic music, blaring neon lights, and the smells of sweat and youthful rebellion. Exactly the sort of place she'd been looking for. After an hour or so of energetic dancing, she settled at a small table and watched the crowd, awaiting the inevitable shower of free drinks and food as patrons vied for her attention. It was then that she noticed something strange. Many of the girls she saw on the dance floor were exceptionally large, specifically in the bust. Rouge was quite proud of her figure, so it was a strange to her to feel threatened by other's looks. Is this just what Empire City girls were like?
"Excuse me."
Rouge was pulled out of her train of thought by a waitress (who was also quite the bombshell,) placing a drink in front of her.
"A drink from the missus over there."
After placing down the glass, the waitress jabbed her thumb toward a customer sitting several tables down, a light-purple Fennec who blew a kiss is Rouge's direction.
Rouge chuckled lightly before thanking the waitress. The waitress shrugged and walked off, apparently used to this sort of thing.
Rouge picked up the glass and took a sip.
What did she drink?
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