Jessica was sitting there. Someone had come up to talk to her, but her rough demeanor and strong arms meant that they did not stay there for long. That was fine with her. The Violent Violet had little time for Japanese men who wanted to try and chase an 'exotic' woman like her who hit on her in an obvious and lewd fashion. Usually men slinked off in a hurry like the one tonight had, but sometimes she had to disabuse them with a punch or two. Doing that had a tendency to make her whole night.
She looked down at the empty beer bottle. The Violent Violet was not really interested in counting how many she had downed, but she imagined that the numbers were starting to climb up there. Her Japanese was never really that good, but now even her English was starting to deteriorate rapidly. She scanned the crowd. Jessica lived in one of the rougher parts of Tokyo, and the crowd she was seeing was reflective of that. No one there seemed that interested in morals or doing the right thing.
And neither was she. She motioned to the bartender that she wanted another, and her duly complied. Another beer slid towards her and Jessica grabbed it with glee. In one gulp, half of it went down. She put it back on the bar as she adjusted the sleeves of her black leather jacket. The jeans she was wearing were tight, tight enough that someone went to slap her ass but stopped when she turned around and glared a hole into him. It was fortunate that he stopped.
Because Jessica was likely to rip his head off.
