Bryn looked up as one of the biker's stopped right by her chair.  Up close he looked quite a bit bigger than he had sitting down on the other side of teh bar.  Still, she shrugged that off and took another drink, almost choking when she heard him call her a little girl.  She slammed her drink down and looked up at him, pushing herself out of her chair sharply.<br/><br/>"Who the fuck do you think you are, calling me a little girl?"  She looked him over, "Let me guess, your one of the dick-less bastards who rides a bike to lift his ego.  That would explain all the cheap, less than stylish leather."<br/><br/>Her eyes roamed over him insultingly before they fell back on his face, her words spat out with malice.