A skinny, blue haired girl stumbles into the bar, her wild, unkempt mop hidden underneath a floppy, dark gray beanie. She had a red and black flannel shirt tied around her waist, when it was supposed to be covering up her sleeves of tattoos and her dingy gray Misfits tank-top. She also had on her charcoal colored skinny jeans and her black and white converse high tops, her typical attire for work. "Sorry I'm late." She said to Tyler, already at work behind the grill. The smell of food, it was damn near intoxicating, especially to a girl who spent nearly three years on the open road, not a bite to eat. She grabbed up her apron, tying it tight, and clocked in, ambling towards the back room where she always cut up produce before the lunch rush.