A glint from the doorway was all the warning before the newest patron wandered in. Flashy blue hair overlapped a pair of dark purple goggles, and a pure white smile sat on the face of the trashy-looking girl. Wearing little more than a white top a size too big, a musical note emblazoned on the front, and a pair of jeans (tight-fitting, which could almost be a complete reversal of the one-size-too-big shirt) which had a belt similarly marked. A small radio was clipped to one of the belt loops, and a small box which could have been cigarettes in a pocket to the opposite side.
Sauntering up to the bar, the unnamed, unusually bright character passed by the small trio of liberty service-people. Grinning to herself, she flicked a small switch on a device in her ear. Navy boys, good for hot talk...Even a slow news day is still a news day.
Turning to lean back on the bar, she kept her eyes focused as one took a glance around, her gaze hidden behind the tinted purple goggles. Looking back to the bartender, she flashed a smile. "Hey there. Gimme something light, i'd prefer to walk out of here seeing straight."
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
