Parapsycho Posted Sep 28, 2013, 12:53 am

As John Swatzwell opened the door to Mezcals, the muffled din of voices was suddenly amplified. Making his way over to the bar, he noticed a young-looking woman behind the counter. She was tall with jet-black hair that fell in bangs over her left eye. Despite her beauty, John could tell that she had been through some hard times. Hell, who hadn't? Slouching down into the nearest empty bar stool, he motioned to the barkeep. She completely ignored him and went to wait on some drunks at the end of the bar. "Really?", he said to himself softly. Time for a change of tactics if he was ever going to get any service. He whistled. "Hey, Sweetie. Can I get a drink?" This seemed to get her attention. "I'm Candice. Welcome to Gateway.", she said, extending her hand. John took her hand, and immediately regretted it. She twisted his wrist as hard as she could. Ignoring his yelps of pain, she drew him closer and whispered in his ear. "...and *don't* call me Sweetie..."