<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/0dcc15c4a9e5626f9beea133eed6fea7/21fe0dff4e08e6f4-e6/s400x600/c843c8d1b101ba2a6b26c381437e380b85008a9e.pnj)</div><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Delilah Weaver<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Black leggings, white t-shirt, with a blue plaid flannel overtop. Combat boots - always.<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>At work - Maelstrom Bar<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Wee hours of the morning - still dark out.<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Just trying to get home<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Ksenia<br/><hr/><br/>The night had been pretty dull, which usually was a nice break for the overworked Delilah. While tips rained from drunken wallets when it was busy, quieter nights meant less bullshit that she had to deal with. Mostly drunken men thinking they can shoot their shot with the bartender, which never worked on her. Despite the normal woes of bartending, Delilah loved it. She had been working at Maelstrom long enough now that she had regulars and for the most part people were respectful. The bouncer at the door would come running at the push of a button, but she never felt the need for it. Years of self defense class meant she could hold her own, and usually her mouth was what got her out of trouble first. She was efficient at de-escalation and confrontation - which was very handy in the industry she worked in.<br/><br/>The keys jingled on her key ring as Delilah locked up the back door of the bar. She had a few stragglers she had to kick out before fully closing up, but nobody gave her trouble tonight. Jiggling the door knob to ensure it was locked, the brunette placed her keys in the front pocket of her flannel before heading towards the dumpster a couple feet away from the door, deeper into the alley. While she wasn't completely concerned about anybody coming after her in a dark alleyway, Delilah was always watching her surroundings just in case.<br/><br/>Just as she tossed the bag into the dumpster, movement further down the alley caught her eye. Glancing hesitantly, Delilah was quick to spot what she had seen, and to no surprise, it was two people fighting. Sighing, she stepped towards them, figuring it was probably some drunken assholes she had served tonight.<strong>"Hey!"</strong>she yelled, trying to interrupt the activity,<strong>"knock it off you two!"</strong><br/><br/><br/>