ALEXANDRA ROIVAS - BAR
Alex had just dropped off her latest target at the Santa Ana PD, and she'd felt like rewarding herself with something malty and old. Ambling into the bar, she noticed people noticing her fresh shiner, and did her best to ignore them. The mark had gotten in a lucky elbow, and she'd gotten in an intentionally painful punch to their lower back. They could have fun peeing blood in jail.
Settling down, she sighed and ordered a whiskey, leaning back and checking the messages on her phone. Bar stools were her second home.