Erm.. Title?(Tori, closed...?)

Davina Hease:

The bar wasn't as crowded as I had hoped. I hadn't had any action in awhile. Ruby hadn't called for any missions, and there certainly was nothing to do around District 8. I decided to have what little fun I could.

I wore my usual. Extremely skinny black pants that resembled tights, and black boots. Instead of a t-shirt though, I was wearing a white v-neck and a black and white striped scarf. While walking to the actual bar area, I fingered the pack around my waist. I hoped I'd be able to use it's contents later tonight.

Since I was hear, I figured I mind as well have a drink and flirt, what else was there to do? Good bar fights were rare. Unfortunately. I saw a guy with brown hair hanging to his shoulders alone. I approached him slowly, fixing my hair. As I sat down, I threw my hair over my shoulder, and called for the bar tender. I turned to him, before the bar tender came over. "Recommened anything?"

He looks at me colding and replies,"Depends how rich you are." I laugh. This guy is kidding right? I turn away from him slightly, so he won't see the rest of the contents as I reach into my pack. Who does this guy think he is? Oh well. If anything this should make things fun. It's been a long time since I've had entertainment. And if he get's annoying, I could always kill him..

I catch his eyes on me but ignore them. I zip up my pack and turn back around to face him, slapping at least $500 dollars on the counter top. And that was only one fourth of what was in my bag. Missions paid well. "Will this be enough?" I laugh, calling the bar tender over once more.

When he arrives I had him the entire wad of cash. "This should cover everything for tonight. And i you need something else, let me know." I hold the man's gaze for a moment and he nods and walks off. He knows what I like. I come here too often. I smirk and turn back to the guy. "Davina." I say, offering him my hand to shake. "Why don't I ever see you around here? I'm in here oten enough."

(Don't worry, you didn't.)
"I like to get drunk in less public areas." He says without even looking at me. Now this boy is seriously frusrating me. A man has never denied me. And I have never been ignored like this. I should kill him solely or that. I won't stand for this. I always get my way. This boy will pay attention to me. I was about to address him on this, when someone else appeared.

He sat down next to the boy and theystarted talking. I listened, sipping a glass of beer the bar tender had just sat down. They talked like sailors, not that I didn't either, but worse than I do. Out of their mouths came some of the foulest things of ever heard, not all of them swears. Not that I minded too much, I had heard worse on missions. His friend let, us alone again, and he finally turnd towards me. "Got a family?" he asked.

I laughed into my beer. "Yeah, right. Family is a distraction They make you weak. I learned that the hard way. No, I don't have a family." I laughed quitely again wondering why he aske, but not caring. "You?" I respnded.

I smiled as he agreed to my fight. I could tell he agreed since he was standing up. He said no sharp edges and threw a knife in his pocket into the table. I felt my eyebrows raise. Interesting. "Okay. I'll agree to the terms."

I removed the pack around my waist, and set it next to my drink, on the counter. It had been a long time since I had had a real challenge. I wouldn't be allowed to use my weapons. I took a deep swig out on the glass, and slammed it back on the counter. My vision was blurred at the very edges, and I laughed aloud. Did I drink that much tonight? This will be fun.

"You woudn't hit a girl, would you?" I asked him, laughing. Then, hoping I still had the coordination I was used to when I wasn't drunk, I attacked. My leg shot into the air and towards his chest. I smiled, hoping it made contact.