Sunset’s head pounded in her skull as she sat alone at the bar near the outskirts of the city she was in. She hadn’t bothered to learn the name of it because she knew she probably wouldn’t be staying much longer then a couple of days, unless something interesting came up, but even then, that was rare for her.
She took a swig of her drink, and sighed as she felt the Jack burn her throat. It was a good burn, and she was starting to get used to it. She only hoped she wasn’t becoming an alcoholic. She heard the jingle of the door chime open as the song on the jukebox changed. She didn’t bother looking to see who walked in. Didn’t matter, Just as long as she was left alone. She was the only one at in bar minus the bartender, so unless the woman was a talker, she didn’t hope much.
The woman who just entered, clad in a shabby black cape and hood, tramped in like she owned the place, plopped down on her stool, and pounded a gloved fist on the counter.
“Hey, dork!” she yelled at the bartender in a loud, demanding voice. “Vodka on the rocks. Now.”
The hooded woman was intimidating enough that the bartender wasted no time filling her order. No sooner did she have her drink she gulped it down in one go. Then she banged the empty glass on the counter again.
“Another.”
Wow. That was certainly… Something. She’d never seen the bartender work that fast before. Normally she’d have to wait at least 3-4 minutes to even get on drink on a slow night, so seeing this woman but him in his place was impressive. So why not give the lady something for it?
“Make it a double. On me.” Sunset said, sliding a bill on the bar. “And whatever she’d like tonight. Just put up it on my tab.”
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