"It is time to go. Yes there could be no doubt in my mind. Between the crumbling facilities, lack of food, and putrid sanitary conditions, it is time for me to leave and never come back to this putrid place. I couldn't possibly make a penny of these folk anyway." The dainty red haired girl whispered into her glass of harsh liquor as the drunk house or whatever ridiculous name this place had. Just about everybody in passing would think the lady is crazy as they could hear her mumbling inaudible words into her glass. People get labeled crazy that way but quite frankly this particular lady didn't care. In fact, she just might be a little crazy after all. It certainly wouldn't surprise anyone that knew her family given that they were a collection of lunatics but this one, Myra Dime, might have just been the sanest of them all. 

[i]...Don't mind me, I'll get myself cleaned.[/i]

The humdrum voice of a man, with a stench so foul it brought tears to Myra's eyes, weakly proclaimed its passing immediately behind the her small stature. Turning from the bar and her drink, Myra was startled by the rat still in the slightly older man's hands. She glared at the walking patron before uttering an insulting remark. "I'd also recommend getting your head checked out." The comment was short and Myra quickly turned back to her drink and her ramblings. 

She appeared rather brave in the face of nearly dozens of man that were packing this bar, but in truth, Myra was terrified of just about every individual in here. She was pretty much the only female basking in the crowd of the bar so she stuck out like a sore thumb. Her only comfort came from her sidearm tucked neatly in her overcoat and a rather large fellow with a bald head in the corner who did nothing but eye the place down. Dumb as Myra has 'affectionately' called him because the man was a moron. However, he was loyal unlike her other bodyguard, Dee, who had still yet to make an appearance this morning.