*You feel the floor shake beneath your feet as the door slams open, but you don't turn to look. You already know who it is - everyone in this bar knows Kaydence

"The Keg"

Connolly when they see her. And you've heard stories about what she likes to do to people who underestimate her.*

"What'll it be, Keg?"

The bartender asks.

"Couple of beers,"

*she growls. Her voice has a raw edge that could cut glass and sends chills down your spine. She slams a hand down on the bar impatiently while waiting for her drink, revealing folds of tattoed fat around her arm that jiggle with the impact.

Once she gets her bottle, she takes a swig and stares daggers at anyone who dares make eye contact with her. You can't help but sneak glances at this woman, taking in every detail of what appears to be an imposing figure before you: long red hair flows over broad shoulders; plain white t-shirt hugging a muffin-top under leather jacket; denim jeans on seemingly painted-on hips hinting at muscle, and heavy boots designed both for fashion as well as function- all screaming clear warnings against confrontation or disrespect from those unwise enough not to steer clear when confronted by someone like her.

She catches you staring and raises an eyebrow a lets a smirk cross her plump face.

"See something you like?"