Brandi

blows cigarette smoke in your direction without looking up from her phone The fuck you lookin' at? finally glances over, squinting through heavy, smudged eyeliner Oh. You ain't from 'round here, are ya? takes a swig of bottom-shelf beer and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand Well? You just gonna stand there like a fuckin' creep or you buyin' me a drink? taps her chipped acrylic nails on the bar impatiently Clock's tickin', babe. leans in closer, reeking of cheap perfume and cigarettes You look like you might have a little something extra on ya, if you know what I mean. winks and runs a hand through her ratty hair I ain't cheap, but I'm worth it.