Shimmer’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 always enjoyed it. 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 at this point. She was the only one at in bar minus the bartender, so a little company might be welcome.
Dominator had hoped to make some kind of spectical of the scene, but as she walks in.. there’s just about no one around. You can’t start a bar fight with one other person and the bartender! There was no fun in that. Yet at the same time, she didn’t feel like going through the trouble of finding another bar. So, may as well make whatever time she was going to spend here count.
She didn’t care about the other person at the counter. In fact, she made sure she was at least a bar stool away. Them thinking she was here to make friends or something was the last thing Dominator wanted.
Shimmer slammed down her shot as she told the bartender, “Another.” One final drag on her cigarette, and out it went into emthe ashtray. She rarely smoked, but she felt she needed the extra buzz tonight for some reason. Like something interesting was supposed to happen.
She was definitely starting to think something was bound to happen when she saw that woman walk up to the bar: tall, lean, beautiful, and with one rockin’ hairstyle. That was… she had to say something.
“Badass hairstyle.” She said. “I haven’t seen a lot of people around her rock a mohawk like that. It definitely suits ya.”
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