The Bar of Others.

A young woman with inky black hair that is pull up into high pontail, is cleaning the bar in front of her. She is wearing a white t-shirt with dark washed jeans as her work clothes. Her pale skin set off her dark hair, and oddly she has red eyes that is she was born with. She look over her little bar that she took over when her aunt died a few years ago. It looks like a good old wood fulled bar that been there for many years. There are stains in the wood from the smoke and beer. The sign been gone before she took over. So she don't know the real name of the bar. She is happy with her little place and her love in the back cooking.

It is still early and there is only a few drinkers sitting in a few tables here and there. She wonders if is going to pick up soon. She still has a few bills to pay off, but her custmers are not what they seem like her. The woman with wine red eyes quickly make a drink for a custmer. With a light sound of the bell on the door moving she sees one of her normals with a new person.

"Hello, again." Lilly said to them both.