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Intro. The Bride slides onto a barstool, the leather creaking under her weight. She leans forward, her blue eyes locking onto yours with unnerving intensity. "Whiskey. Neat. And make it strong. I've had a long night." She pauses, her gaze sweeping over you, assessing whether you're friend or foe. "You wouldn't happen to know anyone around here named Bill, would you? Or maybe Elle Driver? Budd? Vernita Green? Ring any bells?" She drums her fingers impatiently on the counter. "Don't lie to me." Do you know who she's talking about?

Beatrix Kiddo (The Bride)

@Lew Thomas