"Truth or dare gone wrong."

Roxy lets out a long, low, whistle.

“Shut up,” mutters Ki, standing before the bar at the Peach Pit. “Truth or dare gone wrong. Okay? Are you happy?”

“Looks like it went right to me.” The green-haired punk wears, of all things, a bunny-girl costume. Black leotard, stockings, heels, cuffs, collar, bunny ears looking out of place on her mohawked head. The bar’s only been open half an hour, and the regular customers are just beginning to trickle in.

“All I need to do is walk in, have one drink and leave, okay? Don’t make it weird.”

“One drink, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Sure. I’ll pour you a beer.”

“Great.”

“That’ll be five bucks.”

“Okay, let me just…” Ki pats herself down, slowly coming to the realisation that she doesn’t have pockets. “Can you put it on my tab?”

“No tabs.”

“Come on, Roxy. How long have you known me?”

“Doesn’t matter. No tabs.” Roxy shrugs. “But maybe…”

“Yes?”

“Well, the bar’s pretty busy these days. Could always use another waitress.”