Who: Kira and Taylor What: Just another interesting night at the bar. When: May 16th, late Friday night. Where: Small bar in The Rails. Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and violence, others TBA.
The regular crowd had gathered into the bar, people from all parts of the town were attracted to the bar scene, though there was always something about the small bar at the corner of the street. Of course it wasn’t exactly small, but it didn’t beg for attention like the larger, brighter bars did. While lights glared into the eyes of the average passerby, the small bar was merely lined with dark purple lights around the storefront window and edge of the roof. The door was open, music playing as a couple of bikers hung around outside, while others made their way inside.
It was a busy Saturday night and Kira was doing the usual rounds, serving and mixing drinks, greeting the familiar faces, some with a nod of her head and others with a wicked smile. A few of her Valkyrie sisters made their way inside, calling out to her and reaching over the bar to give her a high five. She returned the favor effortlessly in between mixing drinks.
The bar top was clear, showing the neon lights swirling bellow. Kira, in contrast, was wearing all black. Her dark hair was pulled up in a wild pony tail, strings of her hair falling to frame her face. Her arms were exposed from her tank top, which in turn also exposed the tattoos of her arms. She entertained the customers who sat at the bar by flipping bottles in the air, spinning and catching them behind her back before snapping the bottles open and pouring their contents into the glasses. Her little performance caused some people to drunkenly cheer in excitement.
The night was going well, until she heard a shout from the corner of the room. She turned her head sharply, her eyes narrowing at the two bikers who looked like they were about to start throwing punches. Without warning or hesitation, she took an empty bottle and threw it. The bottle flew effortlessly through the hair, hitting no one except its intended target – the biker who was acting more violent of the two. The biker winced hard, his hand on the back of his head as he looked as though he was about to fall over. He turned around to glare, but his face automatically fell when his eyes met Kira’s piercing eyes. Without a word, he lowered his head and walked away.
Kira let out a cackled laugh. Tonight was turning out a lot more fun than she expected.