Bryn hadn't noticed the two bikers near the back of the bar, her attention was still on the bartender.  She was pissed off because it looked like she'd have to sit the storm out, and hope she got some reception on her phone when it passed.  When the bartender finally gave her her drink in a glass that looked less than clean she slammed some money down on the bar- minus the tip, and went to find a table to seethe at.<br/><br/>Bryn assessed the seat at the table she choose and gave it a disgusted look.  Pulling her sweater off she laid it on the chair, the sweater was already ruined so she didn't find it too much more of a loss if it got a few diseases.  She was pretty sure she could get something deadly just by getting a splinter in here.<br/><br/>With the sweater off, Bryn was only wearing a black tank top, her matching bra straps showing.  Her breasts were good sized, D-cups at least, and now that her hips could be seen, it was obvious that she was a woman who worked out.  She had a flat tummy and small waist between her curvy breasts and hips, and her ass was tight inside her clinging jeans.<br/><br/>Sitting down, she threw back a large gulp of the vodka, letting the burn warm her as her eyes teared up from the scalding path it made down her throat.  Her eyes skimmed the bar one more time, and this time she noticed the scruffy looking men in the back of the bar.  She gave them yet another disgusted look, just as she had the furniture and the glassware, before turning away from them and going at her drink again.