In a smooth movement, she snatched the small glass up and downed it with ease. She gazed into the bottom of the shot glass with a thoughtful expression before setting it down.
"First one is free?" Her gaze shifted to the bar tendor. "Whats the catch? My first born kid for the rest?"
Her voice was friendly, teasing. But she genuinely wanted to know.
"Gotta ask these things. Only got an arm or a leg to offer."
Because that's how they get you. Reel you in with a free try, get you hooked, and then game over. She cast the other person a momentary look before looking away. Was he even talking to her or some drug /drink induced phantom--?
She was wearing a black, punk goth, tight ripped mini dress, black leather jacket with pink embellishments, a collar, a multitude of bracelets and chains. She also wore black stockings and high lace knee boots with a thick, flat heel. She had a curtain of long wavy hair the color of fresh Sakura petals, a striking pastel pink. Her hair was tied up in a loose, high ponytail. Long, thick lashes hovered over violet eyes, they looked like glimmering amethyst.
Her skin was the color of melted milk chocolate. A deep velvety brown, smooth and creamy. A splatter of freckles danced along the bridge of her nose. Though brown skinned, she held asian features, clearly a mixed breed. She had a beauty mole just beneath her right eye and another just above the right corner of her mouth.
She made her way to the bar, heavy boots thudding against the floor. She leaned against the bar, lazily.
".....Yo, vodka, please."
Her voice was deceptive with its soft, sweet tones, a southern twang was heard. There was also hint of fire and steel there.
The figure watches from a distance, face hidden within the shadows of their hoodie. They will observe for a time before making their presence known. It's uncertain if these fellow newbies are trustworthy for the most part.....