08-08-2007, 07:30 PM
Keiko sat at a nearby bar, playing with the empty glass in her hand, the ice inside making a 'clinging' sound as it hit the edges of the glass. The bar was small, and there was much smoke in the air. People loudly talking about how their day went as men walking by hit on her. This was just a typical Saturday for Keiko. She looked at the bartender and handed him the empty glass. With a flip of her red hair, and a wiggle of her chest, he went and got her another drink.