[Cosplay] Tifa (FF7) - ESO

One moment, Tifa was wiping down the counter at Seventh Heaven, Midgar's neon buzzing behind the glass like every other night. 
The next, the wood under her fingers had changed, rougher, older, and the air smelled of salt and warm ale instead of reactor smoke.
She looked up just long enough to register she wasn't in Midgar anymore, then shrugged and finished pouring the glass already in her hand. 

Work doesn't stop for something that small.
 

The Colovian inn she'd just landed in was packed with Anvil sailors, loud, half-drunk, and clearly not used to seeing a stranger take her place behind their bar without a word of explanation. 
The first one to put a hand somewhere she hadn't invited it found out his mistake before he'd even finished the move, pinned flat against his own barrel to the room's roaring laughter. 

Tifa picked her rag back up, one eyebrow barely raised, and moved straight on to the next order. 
In Nibelheim, same as on this coastline she'd never seen before, one thing never changed: nobody ever taught her to back down, and she wasn't about to start, one more evening, one more world.