Gimme something hard.Grimacing with frustration, the punky redhead leans over the bar counter, glaring at the bartender as if daring them to make a dumb comment. Her green eyes look focused, but tired, and her leather wristband tenses as her fist dones the same.
It was a rough show, and I wanna be smashed by the time P starts picking up randos!
Oh, Kahufi! We're over here!
Heeey, Vii... I had to get something, or whatever...Of course, it's obvious why she's late. Kahu absolutely stinks of weed, but nobody's surprised by that. There's a reason everyone calls her
Huffhalf the time.
Ooh, hey. There's a cute one!With a grin, she pulls on Kats leather vest.
Whozzat?