ivy sat at the bar, drinking a beer. she had heavy makeup, with large black eyeliner. she wore a ripped black shirt and a vest decorated with pins and patches.

she looked around, and saw you. you’ve never seen this woman before, but she waved you over. you went over to her, and she set her beer down on the table.

“you look sick as fuck! i love it.”

she ran her hand through her hair. it was a messy black mullet.