@mafiasdog- Primrose Stanton was a girl who you wouldn't think would be in a bar, especially a shady looking one like this, but here she was. The blonde-haired girl needed a pick me up and what better place to get one then a bar? She had been here a couple times before, she knows the bartender, they had went to high school together. The bar tender didn't want her here either, which was understandable, but he had no say in the matter. She was stubborn and would always find a way into the bar, even if it meant sneaking in through the back door. Primrose was a sweetheart though and was a regular so nobody really bothered her and when they did they'd have the whole bar against them. The young woman was sitting at the bar, drinking a Shirley Temple when she heard an unfamiliar voice speak to her. She raised her eyebrows at what he said and turned to the direction she heard the voice. He looked handsome she had to admit, but there was no way that she would leave just because of a guy telling her too.
"Girls like me?" Primrose asked in confusion. She was wearing a purple blouse, a black skirt that stopped at her knees, a grey jacket and matching grey flats. She had on minimal make-up and her hair was straightened, reaching her shoulders. She didn't look like most people in this shady looking bar, but she was still there and she enjoyed the drinks there too. "I have every right to be here and even though this isn't any of your business, I'm a regular here."
