I suppose we'll just have to wait and find out...
And so the first beams of light fell upon the city. However... People were already roaming the streets before the light could touch the skies. Drugs and weapon handle, recruitment for certain gangs, fights here and there. Just a normal day.
The bar where Y/N was employed was already quite filled with needy customers, yelling for drinks, singing, shouting and overall flirty behavior. It was annoying to say the least. Drinks and food were ordered, men became touchy and even women became flirty. Y/N felt uncomfortable but knew that she needed money to get out this city. Of course plans will never go as we'd like them to go.
Y/N was running up and down to customers and delivering their order.
Sadly she noticed someone she saw yesterday. A woman who was quite attractive with eyes as calm as the sky, those eyes were hypnotizing. Eye contact was made, but that didn't stay for long. A drunk male decided to lift Y/N up from behind, lifting her on his shoulder. Processing the situation that was going on, Y/N's eyes met with a certain blonde on the shoulders of a muscular male a few meters in front of them. "What's that little lady? Want to go higher?" The male who rudely lifted her on his shoulder. The damsel in distress was about to tell him to put him down if he didn't want to boot to his face, but her sentence was cut short by a yelp that left her lips.
She was thrown up in the air and caught again.
"Please let me go!" Y/N's voice was soft, but her will was heard by a woman in red.
"I think your woman wants you to let her go Jesse." The sentence was a tease that left the blonde's lips. "I don't think so." Jesse threw Y/N up a few times until the red head decided to step up and help the now yelping woman who desperately tried to keep the beers on the tray in her hands from spilling, her legs wagging to try to kick the cowboys or to just keep her from falling, or perhaps it was just the reaction of her body.
Red caught the beers who were about to land on the trey, she took the trey out of the damsel's hand, the woman threw the drink in Jesse's face and crashed the trey in the side of his face.
And so you could hear a needle fall on the ground. The once lively bar was consumed in silence. Jesse's eyes spewed fire as he rudely threw the woman in his arms on the ground.
Daggers were being stared between the two as they tried to stare each other down, Jesse was about to grab his guns and point them at the woman and potentially shoot. But she was faster. In fact, she hit him right in the face with the tray to the point you could almost feel the pain. The hollow sound it made indicated that Jesse was indeed brainless, the trey remaining victor as it was surprising that his face wasn't formed in the slightly indented iron.
The woman casually threw the trey down as she slightly pulled her glove higher while adjusting her hat and taking a wine that was left untouched by some nearby woman. Once she took a sip of the wine she made a disgusted face and shook her head while walking towards Y/N and helping her up, she smirked as she asked if she could please get her a the strongest drink they had while putting sneaking her hand over Y/N's side and stopping by her back pocket, pushing a few bills in it before walking somewhere and sitting down.
A blush slowly crept to Y/N's soft and smooth face. Walking towards her boss and asking for the strongest drink they had while still processing about what happened. Red hair yet not the person she encountered when she left the white haired cowgirl.
That hair did call up a distant memory... A memory about the back of a woman standing upon a rooftop while sniping down someone... But who. Who did she snipe? Why was she sniping in the first place? Questions that couldn't be answered, her mind couldn't recall anything else about her. She was snapped out of her thoughts when her boss snapped her fingers in front of her face. "Y/N, you okay? Sorry about Jesse. He wasn't suppose to be here in the first place." Y/N just smiled her sweet smile as she muttered a simple 'it's okay'.
