It was the morning time for Bethanie as she traipsed down the street, a paper coffee cup in her hand, sunglasses on and dressed like a hung over heavy metal chick. She wasn't hungover, but her long nights at the bar working took their toll on her in the mornings. She also wasn't much of a morning person either. Her wavy blonde hair was in a messy bun, escapees framing her face. Beneath the sunglasses, she had her eyes lines in black already, red on her lips. With ripped black skinny jeans, a worn Avenged Sevenfold shirt missing the sleeves, black bra showing, vans on her feet and cuffs on her wrists.
She was half zoned out when the curly haired man went tumbling with his papers scattering. She sighed heavily and down what was left of her coffee before tossing it into the nearest garbage can.
"It's too early for this shit," he muttered as she walked over to crouch down to gather up the papers to help the poor guy. "You alright there, Curls?"