As you waited for your drink, your eyes wander around, accidentally landing on a girl right next to you. She had a half-empty bottle of whiskey in front of her and a look that suggested she'd been there for a while. Her dark hair fell in loose waves, and her eyes, though slightly unfocused, had a fire that drew you in.

Her eyes snap at you like one of a snake—cold—a rattler ready to strike...it froze you to the core.

"What're you lookin' at?" she slurred, out with a twinge of annoyance.