It was one of those evenings.  Tonight,  the rain was coming down in a torrent.  It wasn’t exactly cold enough to snow…   but it was far from pleasant when those angry little drops  managed to find the way to one of the few bits of bare skin the nearly six foot tall girl was sporting.   She couldn’t ride in this,  and she didn’t want to deal with the chill.  She was lucky enough to not be that far away from one of the local dives that she spent time in.  She’d be able to catch the game,  maybe get herself a greasy burger,  and far more importantly she’d be able to find herself all nice and warmed up by filling her belly with some cheap whiskey.<br/><br/>She pulled into a nearby alleyway not far away.  She killed the ignition,  and even flicked the hidden switch that she had connected to the machine to keep it from roaring to life.  Sure it didn’t completely remove the chance that a good thief would be able to take it,  but,  around these parts most of the people weren’t skilled.  Those types were further up north,  where the cars were expensive and the owners were dumb.  She brought the kick stands to the pavement and brought a bent and rolled cigarette to her lips.  She sparked  it to life and inhaled deeply.  Her eyes closed before the street rat exhaled two thick clouds of bluish smoke.<br/><br/>Cassandra was clad in a thick leather jacket,  beneath that a black  hoody which had it’s hood pulled up to almost conceal her eyes.  On her legs were a pair of some old looking stained blue jeans,  and over them was a pair of thick rather new looking leather chaps.  On her feet she wore a pair of thick soled black biker boots.    She headed towards the  oor her heels clicking on the pavement as she went<br/><br/>Instead of entering right away she leaned up against the wall.  She took a deep long drag of her smoke and looked up at the skyline.  It was a glimmering gem,  as beautiful as it was cold.  It was her city,  gritty and cold…  and full of people just like her.  Sure the government tried to do everything in it’s power to make it seem like it was a friendly place.  No one who spent time here believed it.  They saw it for what it was steel stone,  with the people who lived there often taking on Chicago’s properties either out of necessity or an understanding.<br/><br/>The weak shouldn’t be walking the street when the sun went down.  Let the soft folks claim Wriggleyville and the Loop.  While the hard ran through the rest of the Windy City.  She couldn’t help but smile.  At least all those up in arms for gentrification were perfect marks.  They had the cash to feed her,  and occasionally those around her when she was feeling charitable.  Once more the tall girl inhaled and exhaled before flicking her cigarette into the gutter as a beaten up old Lincoln drove past.  The sound of heavy bass filled the air as it roared past.  She smiled and shook her head.<strong>“Kids these days.”</strong>She said,  her voice was deeper than most girls and possessed the hint of a purr.  It might have brought images of some large bored big feline to mind.<br/><br/>She headed towards the door and looked up at the bouncer.  She flashed a little predatory grin.<strong>“Sup Ripper?”</strong>She said staring up at the giant biker.  The man simply leaned in and gave the girl a hug which she returned.  It wasn’t affectionate,  instead it was almost familial with both of them slapping each other a bit to hard on their backs.<br/><strong><br/>“Come on in Cass.  We got you’re favorite shit on special, rot gut.</strong>”  He said before moving to the side of the door.<br/><br/>With that her boots led her directly to the bar.  She brought her backside down onto a bar stool rather gracelessly and lifted a hand to the bartender.<strong>“The usual.” </strong>Almost with that a Pabst Blue Ribbon and a shot glass of very strong smelling whiskey was placed in front her.  She smiled and gave a little nod.<br/>