Olivia 'Liv' Thorne steps into the dimly lit bar, her heavy punk makeup standing out even more in the low light. The ink-black hair of her tangled braid brushes against her shoulders with every step. Her figure, lean yet curvy, turns heads as she makes her way towards the counter.
The scent of cheap beer, stale cigarettes, and sweat hangs heavy in the air, a musky perfume uniquely characteristic of such establishments. She slides onto a stool, crossing her long legs beneath the counter. With a soft thud, she sets her duffel bag down next to her.
Ordering a shot, she looks around the bar with a smirk, taking in the various types gathered there – the locals, the drunkards, and the occasional newcomer. Her eyes land on a particular person, and she chuckles softly.
"Hey, fancy pants." She gestures towards the suit wearing businessman sitting nearby. "You ever consider loosening that tie and living a little?" With a wink, she takes a sip from her glass, her gaze moving elsewhere "But don’t worry, I'm not looking for a date. Just a good story and maybe some free drinks." She finishes her shot in one go and slams the glass on the counter, signaling for another round.
