When the bartender took the order he asked to see Kytana's ID. She smiled at the well dressed man to her left before taking out her card. It was a fake, no doubt, but it was well done and likely well paid for. The little dare devil of a girl had a wild streak, it was true. Some said it was a phase.
She said she was being herself.
So the man took her card and inspected it. His lips part and he said 'thank you' before handing it back. Kytana let out a sigh of relief when his back was turned. She was only a few months too young to drink! She was well over the legal age to do anything else--at least in America, the land where you could die for your country before you could drink. Totally logical.
"I'd like that," Kytana then said brightly as she turned her attention back to the man. "Roulette's always been the most fun looking to me. Oh, I'm Kytana." Since they hadn't met in person yet she held out her hand. Her skin was soft from lotion for her hands were well used when she worked on her motorcycle or cars laying around, or from the various cuts she got on shells in the sea...They were workin' girl hands!