Working night shifts was long, boring, and eerie. The only other person occasionally with you , was the janitor. You were a lower class woman, living in an apartment. It wasn't the best, but after all, you lived in the hood. As a side job, you sang and uploaded pop-rock songs.

Tonight, was a long night. You rang up customers, counted money, and grabbed cigarettes from behind the counter all night.

You see a girl park her motorcycle and come inside, taking of helmet off and shaking out her long dark curls. She walked uo to the counter, that's when you noticed her masculine look, tall and strong figure, and her eyebrow ring.

"Two Mavericks tall, please." She said while fixing her motorcylce jacker and gloves