The limo pulled up slowly to a pleasant side corner bar, complete with a small host of scantily clad women and biker boys smoking just outside the lighted windows. Rose looked the place up and down before reading the sign, "[color=fff79a]Randolph's Eh?[/color]"

Marty lowered the partition, "[color=8dc73f]It's rougha than you think, Pigeon, and I don't feel comfortable leaving you here. Especially in this kind of neighbourhood.[/color]"

Rose gave him a small smile, "[color=fff79a]Marty, if I can handle those boys from Wallstreet, I sure as hell can handle this. I appreciate the worry though.[/color]"

She pulled out her ponytail and grabbed her purse before she opened the door, turning as the window rolled down, "[color=8dc73f]I'll wait until you finish.[/color]"

Rose turned to lean down to look at Marty with a warmth she never gave to her parents, "[color=fff79a]I plan to be late, so I'll find my own way home. I'll Uber or cab. Promise. Now go home to Linda...If I need you I will call, besides you're off the clock for the day. Go home.[/color]" 

He shook his head, "[color=8dc73f]Fine...If you were my daughta...Rememba call me for anything.[/color]" 

She gave him a cheesy thumbs up before he drove off. She let out a breath before turning to the bar with bright eyes, before walking up to the door. A few of the smokers turned to stare at her with confused expressions, her appearance visibly different then the rest of the community. She entered the darkly lit bar slowly, noting the touches of homage given to both baseball and motorcycles. Bikers of all ages, with beautifully tattooed ladies, filled the room enjoying jugs of beer and pool. She stood out like a sore thumb and as she walked towards the bar, the conversation obviously lilted. She smirked confidently as she parked herself near the end of the bar, her yellow eyes rising up to meet the bartender who gave her a smile, "[color=6ecff6]Martini or Cosmo, miss?[/color]"

She smirked, "[color=fff79a]I'll take a Jack on the rocks. Make it a double and start a tab...It's been a long fucking day.[/color]" 

The bartender smiled, "[color=6ecff6]Good choice, doll. Let's see if we can make it better.[/color]" 

She set her purse down waiting for her drink when a shadow was cast to the left of her. She looked up to see a slightly greasy boy with dirty blonde hair and a leather jack lean against the bar his semi-handsome face giving her a once over. She gave him a cold smile, "[color=fff79a]May I help you?[/color]"

"[color=f26522]I'm just trying to figure out why a girl like you, is in a shithole like this?[/color]" he responded quickly.

The bartender came up giving her a drink, frowning at the comment, whilst Rose spoke calmly, "[color=fff79a]Currently. I am trying to drink in peace, but for some reason, a young buck has come to my side hoping that with his minimal effort line and cheesy smile, I will swoon. Now I appreciate the effort, and on another day I would be charming enough to tell you politely to go away, but I've had a bad one and I just want to enjoy my drink. So fuck off and have a nice day.[/color]"

She stared him right in the face begging him to retort or comment, her stare cold and confident. The man pulled back slightly, raising his hands, "[color=f26522]Alright bitch. It was just a question. Might want to be careful with that mouth though. Most people here don't speak to me like that.[/color]" 

She shook her head flipping him off before turning back around to her drink. She lifted it up sipping it slowly as she leaned against the bar wondering why the hell she decided to come here in the first place. She rubbed her hands through her hair when she noticed a guy at the end of the bar looking at her. He was handsome, bit rough looking, but she could tell that girls probably fell to their knees to get a chance at him. She stared at him back, hoping he would look away like most weak-willed boys would. He didn't though, so she spoke first, "[color=fff79a]Is there something on my face, asshole?[/color]"

She noted the room going silent, not really understanding what happened, but at the same moment not really caring.