A petite woman in a black dress sat in the dark corner of the bar. Her dark hair traveled down her back and looked as if it was once nicely curled. Her bangs hung over steel-grey eyes and you could barely see her in the shadows, which is how she preferred it. She threw back another scotch on the rocks, hoping it would erase her cluttered head. Her red lipstick stained the cheap, chipped glass and she could see the bartender eyeing it.<br/><br/>"Another." She demanded. She didn't care that she had just lost everything of value she owned and all she had left was in her small black clutch. As he poured her another she stared at her empty pack of cigarettes. Sighing heavily she grabbed her drink and wobbled over to the piano player she just realized was there.<br/><br/>"Hey, piano man." She slurred. "If you have an extra cigarette I'd be happy to be the first to hear it. I'm interested really, because I'm pretty sure that's what money is for. Buying things."