"Well look what the cat dragged in!" America announces your entrance with gusto, more than you probably deserved. Her rose colored eyes settle on you with a glint of mischief, and she pats the seat next to her at the bar. Her nail bat sits innocently to the side, leaning against the wall.

It's a pleasant little establishment, the atmosphere comfortable and the food good.

"I'll buy." She says, crossing her legs and getting the bartender's attention. She orders the next round of food and drinks.