Who: Ares, Bia and who knows – whatever they start may not go unnoticed. What: Breaking things is therapy When: Late Monday night Where: Pool Hall/Divebar Warnings: Violence, language, violence and more violence!
The Corner Pocket had a shitty name and a hard reputation. It was the kind of place that 99% of the population avoided. Hell, even the police didn’t want to come here. The grizzled, violent patrons of the place were left to their own devices as long as they kept it inside. After all it was better to have them vent their frustrations on each other.
Bia was at one of the pool tables in the corner, a pool cue cradled against her shoulder and a bottle of Wild Turkey in hand. The titan was easy to spot she was one of only a few women in the crowd and a tall bitch besides. At 6’2 she looked most men in the eye and looked down on all the others. She smirked, taking a swig from the bottle as she surveyed the room. It was going to be a good night.