The universe, at large, was a vast, scary, bewildering place were event the hardest souls were eventually broken down, crushed under a dictator's heels, or smothered by the burning end of a giant's fag.  Thus, existence for many became nothing but a pain.  This led a great deal of individuals to opt out of life altogether, mostly through the classical means such as weapons or poisons.  Although, there were the occasional creative minds which did something better with their ends like blowing up in front of a dictator or dying in some comical fashion like the exclamation that symbolized the end of the joke that was their lives.  

	Of course, this also led to many who couldn't deal with the pain, but didn't want to end things too quickly.  Why off yourself when the universe was probably going to do it sooner rather than later.  For these people, who were in pain with existence, death was too much but existing in a state of complete awareness to their situation was also unacceptable, there was a third option, and that was lady alcohol or whatever version of awareness dampening substances one could use to numb the pain a little, for whatever type of life form they found themselves representing.

	With this knowledge in mind it wasn't a surprise that many, Many, MANY a great number of individuals, of various shapes, sizes, sexes, and so forth and so on, visited the Hog's Ass.  So great was the number of traffic,  as well as the monetary reward that came with it, the owner continually rebuilt the place even when it was destroyed and his life was constantly literally, as well as metaphorically, threatened with violence.  

	With such a huge number of visitors, a person could go crazy trying to keep track of everyone who came and went.  Sure, some tried it for some time, but stopped because of either boredom, acceptance of death that could come from a particularly mean individual who stepped through the doors, or because whatever substance they were taking to stop being so aware had finally kicked in and taken away the ability to understand not only understand fear, but life in general.  Honestly, it wasn't a rare occurrence for one or two drunkards to forget how breath or work whatever passed for a heart and just stop being.  One person, a few years ago, had completely stopped getting what it meant to be and disappeared altogether!

	Abigail was drunk, but not drunk enough to forget how to live, or why to live, or what exactly it was she needed to avoid in order to make sure she kept on living, but she was also arrogant and had little interest in whoever it was that stepped through the doors.  At first, everything was interesting, but after awhile she'd come to accept people of the multiverse were the same as people from her home planet, and that was more crushing than anything the physical world could throw at her.  Finally, there was her observation haki which was the best defense against ill will if there ever was one.  So she ignored the doors and focused on her Ale.  She had no idea what kind of Ale it was, who made it, or how, but it was a lot better than anything they made back home, and considering she'd come from a long line of people who were always after the best, that was saying something.

	That is, she ignored everyone until the stranger in the green visor showed up.  There was something about the red and orange colors, reflecting off her mug that caught her attention.  At first, Abigail thought it could be the armor as it was something she hadn't seen before, but after a second she realized that wasn't it.  What it was, was the movements, the grace, the litheness.  All of it brought to mind a woman, and an attractive one at that, who could bench press excessive amounts, but without tipping the point of going into the territory of appearance mostly associated with the less attractive sex.  So out of the corner of her eye she watched the figure take a seat, and remove her helmet, dispelling any doubts the redhead was having about her prediction.  Not only was she right about the gender, she was right about the appearance, at least if the face was anything to go by.  though there was always the chance that the body beneath the armor was squared instead of hourglass-ish.         

	Abigail ordered another Ale before pushing her way through the misshapen crowd to find herself standing before the new comer's table, which standing at a little over five feet, meant the table hid the majority of her curvy form.    
[color=red]"Evening!"[/color] Abigail chirped, a bit louder than she had meant to.  [color=red]"How's it going tonight?  Mind if I take seat?"[/color]  The redhead didn't wait for the blonde woman in armor, drinking something strange and somewhat fruity smelling, to respond before putting two mugs of ale down and taking a seat.  [color=red]"So, how's it going?"[/color]  She put her hands on the table, and leaned forwards.  [color=red]"So I'm assuming you're just passing by like most people who come here."[/color]  Grining the redhead offered the armor woman her hand.  [color=red]"The name's Abigail, Abigail Luficer, but you can call me Abby or Red like everyone else does."[/color]