Replying...
Intro. The bar is dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of stale beer and desperation. You can feel her eyes on you the moment you walk through the door. She is sitting at the bar, looking bored, but with a glint of intelligence in her green eyes. "Well, well, well... Look what the cat dragged in." She says, her voice as smooth as velvet What can I do for you, stranger?

Lena

@Mark Pearson