Indigo was startled out of her memories by her first customers. Her thoughts often trailed to the things she left behind in Alabama, and she could get lost there in those rolling hills. But now it was time for reality, back to her dismal future. She swiveled in her barstool to face the couple, locking them in her fiery blue gaze. What stood before her was what she thought to be an odd couple, a young but gruff looking male towing a girl dressed in all black that looked like she was still in high school. The girl looked very out of place with this bullish kid, Indi pictured her with someone more waif-ish that played guitar and wore eye liner. She already disliked the guy, his pushy attitude didnâ€™t sit with her at all. She could also tell instantly that he wasnâ€™t a cop, she couldnâ€™t smell recording equipment on either of them.<br/><br/>â€œChill out junky, I got what you want.â€ she replied in her sweet southern drawl. Her voice always surprised people she met that werenâ€™t from Alabama, it was all iced tea and pecan pie. It didnâ€™t match her appearance at all, her septum ring, 1â€ plugs, and abundant tattoos screamed â€œI donâ€™t give a fuck.â€<br/><br/>Indigo narrowed her eyes  at the argument that was brewing before her. This was bad for business, she was going to get kicked out of this bar if the bouncer caught on to what was happening. He might even call the cops and she couldnâ€™t have that, this was not the end of her road. She decided to take action.<br/><br/>â€œListen here you two.â€ she snapped, cutting them off.  â€œNumber one, â€œ she pointed at the girl, â€œ I could care less if you think my profession is â€˜coolâ€˜. Besides, its not a drug, itâ€™s a plant. And my past is none of your business.  Second, little boy â€œ she glared at the young man, her eye brows pushed together, â€œYou need to learn how to treat a lady. Where I come from, all of the men in this bar would have jumped up and kicked your ass for talking to her like that. I would have slapped you in the face myself, but I donâ€™t wanna cause a scene. Iâ€™ll still give you what you want, but you have to leave immediately afterwards.â€<br/><br/>Indigo leaned back on the bar and placed her hand on a napkin, subtly indicating that the bag of marijuana was under it. She looked at the boy expectantly hoping he would quickly hand her the money, take his purchase and leave.<br/>Ugh, she thought, kids these days.