Later on Christmas, a Blonde Walks into a Bar
The city that never sleeps nonetheless has nothing open. Not even muggers or thugs are in the cold New York night, which is too bad, because Roxy would prefer something to beat on. At least she'd be of some use and not really all that alone.
Finally, there's a light and a green neon "OPEN," sign on in a mostly deserted bar. Just one guy inside with red hair at the bar cleaning up. From the looks of the whiskey and glass, he's also drinking alone. The askew sign out front declares the place to be "Warriors."
Well, she's a tired and lone one tonight. This must be her stop.
Finally, there's a light and a green neon "OPEN," sign on in a mostly deserted bar. Just one guy inside with red hair at the bar cleaning up. From the looks of the whiskey and glass, he's also drinking alone. The askew sign out front declares the place to be "Warriors."
Well, she's a tired and lone one tonight. This must be her stop.