She wasn’t used to being approached around these parts by strangers anymore.  Most people around here seemed to want to drink in piece and just watch the game.  By now the regulars knew she wasn’t some biker bitch,  and they had stopped trying to force her into some sort of sexual situation.  All it had took was a few broken pool cues and a few rounds bought.  She was just one of the guys,  which point in fact wasn’t completely pleasant to her,  but she’d rather not be viewed as a victim.  She didn’t turn right as Vince approached,  instead she knocked back her shot and gestured to the glass once again with a finger.  The woman than allowed herself to drain a good portion of her drink,  a little bit of the liquid dribbled down on her chin.<br/><br/>With that the leather clad punk rotated in her chair to look the man over.  Her amber colored eyes swept over him in an appraising faction.  She gave a little snort before shaking her head from side to side.<strong>“Ya know,  dats the closest I’ve gotten to hearing da nice boots wanna fuck line.”</strong>A hand moved to her chest,  as she faked a swoon.<strong>“Ya totally got me all hot and bothered.”</strong><br/><br/>When the second shot was placed down onto the bar she downed it in one quick motion,  giving the same quick gesture.<br/><br/><strong>“Listen Mister,  I ain’t lookin’ fer a roll in the hay tonight.  Jess looking to have a few drinks if yer fine with that take a seat,  but ya ain’t tappin this ass tonight.”</strong>