Rookie "Ro" Charleston
Rookie woke up to dozens of half-dressed partygoers scattered across the bar. Some were just waking up, but most of them were still passed out. Honestly, the night before was pretty much a blur. All she could recall in the long run was sex, booze, and a lot of Nirvana. I mean, it was New York, and parties like that happened on every block. Ro turned on her side with a slight groan and brushed her hand through her wild blonde hair. She had fallen asleep on the bar counter with a Jack Daniels beside her head and lipstick stains on her neck. With a smile, the young adult got up and made her way towards the door. In all honesty, the room looked like a mass murderer's Christmas came early. There were teens and young adults everywhere, and if you didn't know any better, you would have thought they were all dead. With a sigh of relief, Ro left the bar with as little noise as possible and escaped into the streets of New York.
The air was cold, crisp and had a nasty nip to it. "Welcome to New York." Ro muttered to herself as she zipped up her leather jacket. The blonde started walking down the sidewalk with a lit cigarette between her dark red stained lips. The sidewalk was bustling with hundreds of people. Some were talking on phones, listening to music, smoking, and even talking to themselves if you landed yourself on the wrong side of the street. Though it was Ro's home, her city, and she wouldn't change it for the world. With a sly smirk, Ro turned the corner into an alley and proceeded towards the back door of Hooters. Sadly, with all the partying Rookie got herself into, she had to be responsible at least some part of the day. She burnt out her cigarette and entered the building for yet another day at work.
(Will post Secret and Kian's post later on.)
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