Friday Night Lights

A young woman sat at a round table towards the darker corner of the bar. The light that hung over head seemed to flicker into black whenever it threatened to illuminate her face. A hand was placed loosely around a glass as she slowly lifted it to her black stained lips and took a fulfilling gulp of liquid. The burn that went down her chest was welcomed in her current condition. This day was nothing but troublesome..From dealing with basic thugs, boxing Gods, and keeping the symbiote from taking full control of her mind, Tara's mood wasn't exactly flowery like usual. Placing the glass back down upon the table, her green hues would shift to steal a glance at a woman entering through the doors. The men seemed to have a 'look don't touch' expression on their face as she shifted those hips of hers straight to the bar. Tara's eyes remained glued to the woman, as she lifted a hand and brushed her silver lined hair over one shoulder. "She looks interesting enough..Let's eat her." The symbiote's voice rang through Tara's head, and with a slight wince of the eye, she turn her glass bottom's up and down the rest of the liquid. For some reason alcohol was always enough to drown out the murderous alien's voice in her head. The pale skinned woman would continue to watch the beauty at the bar. Apparently she was a regular there, as the Bartender greeted her, asking if she wanted the usual. The woman must have had some kind of reputation for the men of the bar to not hoot and holler at her every move. Though she couldn't blame them either. The woman did have a katana sheathed on her back like she was ready for combat.

Being slightly more bold than usual, probably because of the symbiote's influence, Tara would press her hands against the table and raise to her feet. Walking into the light her features would finally be revealed. Her eyes were green, her hair was silver, and her lips were painted black. Tara's attire was a black sleeveless top, with a mid drift, and black bottoms that were accompanied by chucks. It was a very gothic themed look, which was something she wasn't really into. But with the symbiote controlling her body, it was like a second nature to her. Placing a hand on her hip, she'd begin her confident stride up to the bar. The pigs that sat at their tables would be watching her with lust filled eyes. Being overly confident, Tara would take a seat directly beside the other woman: sitting with her back towards the bar and her elbows placed on its edges. With a sly smile, and narrowed eyes, the silver haired woman would finally begin to speak.

"Nice looking blade you got there. Ever get the chance to use it on a real opponent yet, or is it just for show?" Not the best way to start the conversation..but it was a start no less.

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