<strong>Christine Daniels</strong><br/><br/>"I.... Uh..." My eyes were on that gun. Maybe it wasn't loaded, maybe it was, Maybe this evil bitch wouldn't shoot me in cold blood, but maybe she would... Bluff? Or did she have the cards she claimed to have? I had played poker. I invariably lost, and the people I played with told me that I had a load of what they called 'tells'. Okay, so if she was bluffing it was a good bluff. My only cards were self-righteousness and truth. Which amounted to a pair of twos, at most.<br/><br/>I folded. "I'm sorry. I must have accidentally driven over your knife?" I offered, with a shy, nervous smile. "I hope I didn't damage it?" That last was a very poor attempt at appeasement. And then this big, ugly looking woman came over, stinking like... well to be honest, she smelled like my fingers would after I'd... Never mind, she smelled funny.<br/><br/>I was sipping slowly at the second beer, aware that the stuff was going straight into my bladder. I noticed the other occupants of the bar - all women, all leather clad, some looking more confident and others less so, but they all seemed to defer to this new arrival. Even the two who were tormenting me spoke to her respectfully. The blonde seemed to be much friendlier suddenly, and left a big greasy hand print on my shoulder... Pink leathers were clearly a<em>VERY</em>bad choice! The leather pants were the same colour of course, and hugged my figure nicely. And T was beginning to regret that too, as the beer drained through me.<br/><br/>The Brunette went from evil bitch to best friend in a matter of moments. I decided this Pat must be the gang leader.<br/><br/>"Uh, Hi... I'm Christine?" It came out as a question, mostly due to nerves, but sounded like I wasn't sure of my own name. I decided that contradicting these two was a bad idea, and just nodded as the brunette told her leader what I was doing there. I suppose in a way it was true. And then the blonde mentioned the flat tire.<em>Yeah, right.</em>"Uh... Yeah". I glanced at the brunette, who smirked at me. Who would the gang leader believe: Me, a total stranger and interloper, or one of her own... Well, I figured, if she knew her people, she'd probably figure it out anyway, but I was scared, quite frankly.<br/><br/>"Yeah, seems this ... Lady accidentally dropped a knife on the parking lot and I managed to drive over it."