In the last moments of sunset, a small girl with fiery red hair, fair skin, and green eyes scanned the rooftops while not bidding Helios a good evening.  She wore a black leather jacket over a matching corset-top and snug leather pants, athletic shoes, and climbing gloves with ornamented knuckle studs.<br/><br/>When the darkness was upon her and her eyes had adjusted, she let urge to light up a cigarette with her father that always hit right about now pass, then scampered down the side of the pub and walked around and headed back inside, taking off the gloves.<br/><br/>At the bar, she asked, "Mr. White, I'll have a pint of Royal Crown on the rocks."  She looked up at him, green eyes wide and inocent, and offered, "I have ID if you like."