CHAPTER 22

"The noise was undeniably annoying but it was something that she had come to get used to. The old, fairly lit bar was filled tonight with all sorts of people, the majority of them being unqualified star citizens. It was a place mostly frequented by gang members, former soldiers who had found solace in the bottom of a bottle, prostitutes in search of potential customers, drug addicts, and of course, a fan favorite strippers who fell off from promising modeling careers because of a certain kind of powder.

In the middle of the chaotic and lively scene, behind the bar counter with one hand holding a large beer bottle and a curious smile on her face was Rosie. She slid the beer to the waiting customer; a dirty man who smelled almost as bad as he looked. He held the beer and smiled up at Rosie.

"Extra chilly tonight huh Rosie?"

She shrugged. "Hey, you tell me all these dope stories so I suppose I owe you"

"I thought that you said all my stories were weird"