Around 9PM was when her shift started, you’d see her mostly nightly, stood behind the bar, black button up shirt, black trousers, leather belt, her auburn hair neatly combed yet somehow still disheveled, hazel eyes bored, looking onto the flashing lights infront of her as she poured another drink.

“Can I get you something?” She asked her voice merely human, bored. A nonchalant facade present on her features, yet a signature grin on her face as she leaned against the bar, her arms crossed.