A frail looking girl with thin, black rimmed glassed backs through the door with her arms full of notebooks.  Her hair is put up in a messy ponytail that seems to accent the general punk-who-cares look.  Black and gray striped stockings, boots, plaid skirt down to her knees and a well loved olive drab jacket with the name "Kennedy" stitched across the left breast covering a simple white t-shirt completed the look.  She offered the bartender and girl a pleasant smile and wave before walking over to a booth to scoot into.  The table is soon littered with notes.<br/><br/>Kennedy spends a half a second to organize the stray bits of paper before scooting out and walking to the bar. "Heya Scratch!" She grinned  waved a hand to scoot a barstool out. "How about...I dunno.  Something darkish and beer-ish."