@RivetingVision Of course, getting help wouldn't kill her and would be a hell of a lot faster than a map.]
I was just stuck in my own thoughts. Though, I could use help navigating the French Quarter if you wouldn't mind. --
When she had entered the bell above the door dinged as she pulled open the door and stepped inside. She had made her way to the bar, taking a seat on a barstool. She waved over the bartender.]
Burger and fries, along with a beer please.
[Kinsley was raised to have manners.]
She dropped her things off before heading to a local bar for food and a drink. She had pulled into the parking lot which was pretty full which hopefully meant it was a good spot. --