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In the midst of a quint, cosy Tokyo bar, one would find a pink haired, toned figure clad in a somewhat lazily put together tight-top and jeans, with cap as ever swivelled on the top of her smug head. Having literally just arrived back in Tokyo from a somewhat lengthy period away, Tara had already made the effort to catch up with what friends she could still local to the area; with luck being on her side, as all of her closest of friends had seemingly shared an idea with her. By joining up to a brand new wrestling promotion, just like her!
Letting loose a lowly hick, having yet again failed at the simple act of controlling her drink, Tara would down yet another whisky; figure coming scarily close to tipping from her stool much to both the chagrin and humour of the few around her. Much like her first meeting with those she'd soon be seeing, they had seemingly best hurry; as Tara had every intention of spending her first night back in Tokyo by buying out the bars entire supply of alcohol!