The pink-haired pugilist was dressed in fishnets, white shorts, and a purple top that covered her showed off her toned arms, shoulders, and midriff. And on top of that, she had sunglasses on to top off the ensemble. She needed to look cute, after all, anytime she went out, even if her personality was grittier than sandpaper. She liked the attention as much as she liked casting that attention away.
But even though she got rid of any attention she got, part of her was eager to find someone worth hanging out with. Making a face, she scanned the bar for anyone, and came up short ever time. Resigned to a boring night, she let out a groan and leaned over the bar, took a sad sip of beer, then set it down, then sulked angrily.