River leaned against the only available spot at the bar, her forearms on the sticky counter top, one hand clutching a neat whiskey while the other held a cigarette tucked neatly between her index and middle fingers. She raised her glass to her lips, sipped, winced and swallowed, following this she took a drag from her stick, flicked the ashes into a tray and looked around. Her bright blue eyes seemed to glow under the neon lights which decorated the walls of the establishment. She sighed and turned to glance at the entrance just seconds after Linden stepped away from it, when she didn't catch a glimpse of him right away, she returned to her drink and cigarette, still fuming over the few individuals who hadn't heeded the word 'no' when they attempted to take her home. Her fist throbbed around the glass, knuckles blazing red. She winced and lifted the glass back to her lips, another swallow followed by a wince.<br/><br/>Her straight black hair hung over her forehead and in her eyes, while the rest of it's thick length was balled into two messy buns at the top of her head. On her torso was a newly dyed, tiedye t-shirt baggy enough to hide the mounds of her breasts or the gentle curve of her waist and hips. When the affect of the alcohol warmed her limbs, she smiled, stubbed out the 'cancer stick' as her friends called them and lit a new one. The first drag of a fresh cigarette was her favorite. She relaxed and pulled the nearest empty seat to her.<br/><br/>River wasn't here for her own volition, she was supposed to meet the brother she felt abandoned her, her first year of med school. It was easy for her to admit she resented her brother, their father left and he followed. She was left with no one to support her, no one to guide her and no one to to tell her those fears she had about school, were wrong. She dropped out shortly after Linden's departure and took a job at the local grocery store. She felt she had no other option.<br/><br/>Another sip, another wince and more stewing on her thoughts. She wrinkled her nose and took another drag, this one longer than the last. The smoke burned her eyes as it seeped from her nostrils. A second later it was gone, without even the smell to remind her that she was smoking inside. A pile of broken stools lay at her left while no one dared sit near her. She was feisty and not well liked among the male patrons of any local establishment, only because she was intelligent and held a lot of confidence. That didn't make for an easy lay.