Dollface - Downside - a bar for the masses
You might think you know this girl, but you've got the wrong one. Trust me.
This girl walks in the front door backwards, hip-checking the door open because she's holding up her hands, elbows bent like a surgeon who's already gone through a bar of soap and therefore can't touch anything.
Although, judging by her hands--red from fingertip to just past the elbow--the...'surgery' is already over.
She's talking over her shoulder to someone in the room behind her. "Stop crying, you have your hands back," she says, in a tone that most people would use when they've been exasperated by a tantrum-throwing child. "You can undo the restraints and show yourself out. And you'd better be gone by the time I get back."
When she turns to face the bar, the shock is real, but only momentary. She's heard about this place. Her first stop is the bathroom. When she emerges (with sparkling nails, thank you), she takes a seat at the bar and orders a beer.
(She never orders tequila. Never liked the taste.)
[ooc: open for ages]