"So, let me get this straight" a muscular woman with a british accent stands in the middle of a rowdy bar. Her messy brown hair is held half up-half down, her face is hidden by a white mask with a smile drawn on it and X's for eyes. She wears a black sleeveless vest, showing off the scars tattered along her arms and a bandage around her wrist, camo pants and tool belt hold all her items, such as her gun and journal, and leather steel capped boots protect her feet. She looks up at the man in front of her, barely able to contain her laughter as she speaks to him "you.." she chuckles slightly "you think you can kill me?" She isn't taking him seriously at all.
"You cocky bitch!" This random fool shouts at her as he reaches for his gun.
The woman reaches for her own, a crazed look settling into her hidden eyes as the thought of his blood spilling entertains her mind.
But before a single shot can be fired, there's a loud shout from across the room. "You two stop that right now!" The voice is a heavy mix between Irish and Scottish, feminine, although deep.
"Sorry, Luna" she looks to the bartender.
The bartender is a tall woman. 9'9 to be exact. Her skin is the colour of dark chocolate and her hair is a deep, blood red. It's choppy and wild, contained only by a hair tie keeping it in a pony tail. Her amethyst eyes glare holes into the two causing a fuss. She wears a white singlet that shows off her various scars across her body, face and muscles proudly and cammo pants similar to the woman's. There's a large scar running from her eyebrow, through her eye, and curving over her nose.
The guy backs off at Luna's request, deciding passing off the chick who served the drinks isn't the greatest idea.
The woman walks over to the bar and sits at a bar stool before she's handed a bottle of vodka.
"How are ya, Luny?" The woman asks, using the nickname as a tease.
"I have told you a million times over, only my wife can call me that. Say it again and I'll rip your head off" Luna growls as she slams her fist down on the bar, causing cracks to spread through the metal surface.
"Why'd you tap so lightly?" The woman traces a crack "why not just slam properly and break it?"
"Mina's sick of property damage.." Luna sighs before picking up a glass and a rag "what are you here for, Smiles? Just to start trouble or what?" She starts to clean out the glass carefully.
"Nah, not this time" Smiles speaks with a playful tone "I'm here to meet someone. They pissed me off"
"Ah, so you're here for revenge then. Just take care of it outside. I don't need you makin the place look bad again" Luna rolls her eyes.
"Awe, you think I'm bad for business" Smiles laughs as she stands and loads her gun "don't worry. I won't make a mess"
As soon as she looks up and across the room, she finds her target. A man with bleached blond hair, pale skin and a tattoo of a spade on his cheek. He has grey eyes and he sports a white suit with spade decorations on the pockets and sleeves. Beside him is a woman who looks so alike to him, they look like twins. She even has the same suit and haircut.
Smiles pushes through drunks and young lovers to get to the pair who seem to be having a lively game of poker with two losing addicts.
"Wild Ace" she kicks the table over, disrupting the game "Black Jack"
"Smiles, how lovely to meet you again" Wild Ace stands and outstretches a hand for her to shake "last we met, I couldn't help but feel some tensi-"
He's cut off by her dagger to his throat "you're gonna come with me outside and we'll have a little chat"
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You're Never Dressed Without A Smile :)
AdventureSmiles is a smart ass, Cocky, egotistical sadist with a love of all things killer. And due to this exact thing, her only friends are drinking buddies. But she could care less. Living in this chaotic wasteland, she's always been top dog, and she's a...
