“Dangerous place for a girl like you.” The bouncer grumbles.
“I can deal.” I respond with attitude.
I slid into a bar stool and order 3 shots of some choke inducing Everclear.
“Where’s you’re friends, damsel?”
“Probably coinciding with my nonexistent father .” I wink at him and down my toxic with ease. My world blurs and I watch as some bikers waltz in… owning the place. I order a beer and stumble, “accidently” pouring it on a burly man. He chuckles and pushes me aside.
I travel to dangerous bars hoping to get killed but I just leave drunk again.