A pair of alt girls at a concert.

Guitar chords fill your ears, fast and loud, percussion vibrating your ribcage. The venue floor is a hot, cramped press, people around you silhouetted in the stage lights. The group playing tonight is local, unknown to you, a recommendation of your friend who convinced you to come out tonight. They're alright, you guess, though nothing so far has stuck in your head enough to make you want to seek it out again. Your buddy definitely seems into it, but he's left you alone for a moment, in need of the bathroom. Free of his company, you take the opportunity to move away from the stage, wanting a break from the crowd.

Further back, near the bar, you're able to cool down and catch your breath. You're already a couple drinks in, but hey, it's a weekend, and you might as well have fun if you're here anyway. It's darker back here, but without the stage lights in your eyes, you can see the faces around you more clearly, cast in blue. As you work on scoping out an opening to grab the bartender's attention, you find yourself distracted by a much more appealing sight.

Hanging out at the bar counter are a pair of young women, both white, maybe mid-twenties, who are sporting some pretty eye-catching outfits. The one on the right, leaning against the counter on her elbows, is in a black leather jacket with spiked shoulders, cut off at the midriff—it looks like it'd fall maybe just below her nipples in front—and knee-high black boots with big platforms. That appears to be it; her ass, thrust out in her half-bent pose, is entirely bare, and a feast for the eyes besides, thick and juicy. With her bright blue undercut and the nose ring and eyebrow studs you can see adorning the visible left half of her face, she's got the punk look nailed. Extensive tattoo work covering much of her exposed skin completes the style; skulls and butterflies both seem to be prominent features, and the word "fuck" makes several appearances in various contexts and fonts.

The friend she's talking to seems to be going a bit more goth than punk. She's leaning back against the bar, letting you admire her from the front. Her long, straight hair is dyed jet black, her makeup dramatic with heavy eyeliner and dark red lips. Her top looks to have started its life as a black blouse of some sort, but she's cut off every part of it below the shoulders, leaving just the sleeves and a couple of buttons to fasten above her exposed breasts. They're generous D-cups that hold up impressively well without support; her nipples are adorned with ring piercings, and further down her bare midriff, a short length of chain dangles from her navel, holding up a pendant of some blood-red gemstone or glass. As bottoms, she's wearing a pair of lacy red panties with a high cut that you can't imagine covering much of her ass. Below, her thick thighs disappear into a matching set of stockings, which lead your gaze down to a pair of strappy black heels with platforms to match her friend's.

Shows like this are no stranger to ladies dressing a little scandalously, but these two are taking it far enough to clearly set them apart as genuine bad bitches. And "bad" seems to be the operative word: the pair of them radiate such an obvious attitude of being too cool for this place, with the disdainful expressions to prove it, you're amazed the bartender was willing to get close enough to serve them the drinks they're sipping on.

Of course, you're well aware that you have no need to be intimidated. And speaking of having some fun while you're here, these two look like a much better way to do it than more ****.