[i][b]Roxy Alford[/b]
Her workplace, the pub[/i]

Roxanne perched on one of the vomit coloured stools, coated in dust. It was still early morning and she was not ready for another long shift filled with obnoxious drunks and men hitting on her. She could hear was the screams from down the alleyway and the rowdy chatter that always goes on in the bar. Ahh, the bar, the place that she would call home if it wasn't for the constant bar brawls and smell of liquor. It was a run down shit hole like the rest of the slums which other lonely souls wandered in looking to drown their sorrows. Roxanne was the one who they would rant to of course. Not the best job in the world, especially with the pay she receives but what can you do? She's lucky she managed to land this job at all.

"Roxy!" A drowned out voice from the back of the bar called "We need ya to get off your ass and start working, sugar! We don't pay you to sit on your sorry ass all day" 
She got lucky with her boss, he wasn't some abusive bastard like the rest of the men in the slums but he wasn't somebody to be messed with. Nobody know's anything about him, but there's a lot of nasty stories floating around. Roxanne think's he got lucky, he doesn't have a huge reputation but enough of one to keep the pests away. Unlike her reputations, where you get old geezers pulling you into the back room and touching you up. However, he doesn't appreciate it when Roxanne clobbers them with the nearest glass, he usually makes her work overtime. That's why she's there today. It wasn't mean to be her shift but a group of drunken youths decided to have some fun and the closest object happened to be a metal bar. Yeah, the boss didn't appreciate a twenty year old guy bleeding out on his floor.

She spent the next couple of hours serving people drinks and listening to the droning singing coming from a old lady on the wooden stage. This lady was a regular at the pub, she always wore dark purple and lots of jewelry. As if showing off but not quite. People say she murdered her husband a while back due to him cheating but nobody knows how true it is. A lot of dark rumors roam these part of the slums.
 "They could at least hire someone decent to sing... well what do i expect? It is a shit hole..." Roxanne muttered to herself whilst twirling her hair chestnut brown hair around her fingers. She was decent looking, or at least she liked to think so. Her looks got her money so she couldn't really complain but couldn't really boast either. She receives a lot of rude remarks to say the least. Not that she really deserves them, but do any of us really deserve this? Did anybody wish for a life in the slums? Roxanne didn't think so.