[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3UWIN_MI7Bw[/youtube]

A skinny, blue haired girl stumbles into the bar, her wild, unkempt mop hidden underneath a floppy, dark gray beanie.  She had a red and black flannel shirt tied around her waist, when it was supposed to be covering up her sleeves of tattoos and her dingy gray Misfits tank-top.  She also had on her charcoal colored skinny jeans and her black and white converse high tops, her typical attire for work. [color=6ecff6]"Sorry I'm late."[/color]  She said to Tyler, already at work behind the grill.  The smell of food, it was damn near intoxicating, especially to a girl who spent nearly three years on the open road, not a bite to eat.  She grabbed up her apron, tying it tight, and clocked in, ambling towards the back room where she always cut up produce before the lunch rush.