remember what the door mouse said [open]

[Ziggy Janis Crossfield]

Ziggy ran her fingers through her brunette hair as her bright green eyes narrowed slightly. A lite cigarette hung loosely from her lips as she stood in front of the pub. She wore a large, black tshirt and a pair of jean shorts. This was odd attire for winter, she knew that.

Not her fault she was never given new clothes in four years. Wear the same thing, over and over again. She had no money to buy anything new. She rolled her eyes at this thought, shivering slightly. Alright, time to grow some ovaries and walking into the bar alone.

Ziggy had been in the bar multiple times, but she was always acompanied with other girls or a boy or two. Never alone. Ziggy was a social butterfly, but this just didn't sit well with her. She pushed open the door, allowing the smoke to finally escape from her lungs. She scanned the area, hoping to see someone she knew. Shit out of luck.

She shrugged and made her way over to one of the bar stools. She placed her cigarette in between her fingers, blowing smoke out of her nose. The bartender finally came over and smiled at her, asking her what she wanted. The usual. The usual was always a beer. She always started out with a tall, cold beer. Then she used moved onto a martini or a daquari.

Ziggy looked around once more, then put out her cigarette in the ash tray. Going to be a long night, wasn't it?