The days were long for Maggie, even longer now that she found her self starting her life over again, New town, new bar to sit at peeling the lable off a long neck bottle. It was easier to be out than it was moving more boxes into the apartment above the tattoo shop that soon enough would be her business.
She looked out of place with her flame red hair and heavily tattooed body. Her style of dress was even different from the other patrons. She'd been sitting at the bar for a good 20 minutes, watching the beads of sweat build on the bottom of the bottle of beer, that was about the time that one of the more drunk men in the bar stumbled up to her.
He was acting way to familiar bringing his hands up touching her hair, Maggie appeared to be trying to ignore the man up til he was putting his hand on her thigh. It was then that she shoved him rather hard back and away from her, but drunk and rejected didn't ever look good on some folks and so the man swung back.
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She looked out of place with her flame red hair and heavily tattooed body. Her style of dress was even different from the other patrons. She'd been sitting at the bar for a good 20 minutes, watching the beads of sweat build on the bottom of the bottle of beer, that was about the time that one of the more drunk men in the bar stumbled up to her.
He was acting way to familiar bringing his hands up touching her hair, Maggie appeared to be trying to ignore the man up til he was putting his hand on her thigh. It was then that she shoved him rather hard back and away from her, but drunk and rejected didn't ever look good on some folks and so the man swung back.