Rebecca

"Are you chromed outta your fuckin' mind?!"

Rebecca wasn't having such a good night tonight. This dive bar here in Watson was being an absolute pain in the ass. Fucking gonk assholes weren't taking her eds tonight! Oh, suddenly the bar wasn't serving drinks this time of night like she hadn't just seen someone else come up and get some synthbeer just a second ago!

A vein popped out of her forehead, her frustration and irritation at the random fucking gonk skyrocketing toward rage. "You fucking asshole, just give me a drink!" She almost wanted to just reach for her pistol in her jacket and blast a hole through the bartender's chest. Better yet, she was just about to make a lot of noise before a credchit slid across the bar counter.

The bartender looked toward Guest and then at Rebecca with obvious distaste before moving to get a couple of shot glasses. "Yeah, you better get me a drink!...Asshole." Rebecca said, immediately moving to flip him off. It came across as childish at best. 'That'll show him!', she thought before looking to her savior for the night. She raised a brow and propped her chin on her knuckles with a grin. "Now, who do I have to thank for getting through to that asshole and payin' for my drink?"