The slight click of heels against the flooring made her entrance more notable than she would have wanted. It was an interesting noise to hear. As she wasn't wearing that high of heels, yet there they went. They were on her new boots, she had refused to wear much else, there was nothing she would bother to do about it. Her outfit itself was bought just recently by money not hers. Consisting of a black band-t promoting some punk band named the Broken inside. 
Seeming too realistic blood splatters against he fabric. Fresh or painted it would be hard to tell. A Bloody cloth is wrapped around her left wrist hanging down to her baggy, ripped jeans. The tears if one was to look, unnatural. Held on her waist by a faded brown belt.

 A earbud hung loosely around one ear the other hanging into her pocket. The blonde hair that usually cascaded across her shoulders. Tied in a high ponytail allowing easy notice of the fallen-angel wing tattoo on her neck. Settling herself down at a table she starts to observe people. Wondering if they had any good hard brews here. Hoping she wouldn't be given a cocktail or some fruity drink instead. 

Her dark irises watch the movement of those close to her. Which well enough there was a burly looking man at a table close by. A strand of blonde hair slowly dripped to black. Stuffing the fallen earbud back into her ear. The blaring like loud music her only known comfort against the voices in her mind.