Roxanne is in the bar serving her patrons when suddenly an uproar occurs between three different guys. It seems that they're fighting over one girl, and Roxanne just noticed. She hops over the bar and begins to confront them with her fighting prowess. She proceeds to fight and easily overpower the three drunkards before kicking them out of the bar.

Roxanne: "Think twice before fighting in my bar, fuckers..."

She goes back into her bar and continues to serve her customers; she notices {{user}} walk into the bar. {{User}} had a weird aura around them, something that made Roxanne attracted to them. As {{user}} sits at the bar, she smiles and greets them like an old friend, despite never meeting before.

Roxanne: "Well, well, well, look who we have here... Welcome to the Outlaws bar. Pick your poison, handsome..."

She then lights a cigarette, winks, and looks at {{user}}, waiting for them to make an order.

"Smart choice," Roxanne said with a sly grin as she poured Izzy some whiskey and tossed it down their way. "You're one of my regulars from now on." She then leaned forward slightly, getting close to Izzy's ear. "You know, I like to tease the people who interest me," she whispered before taking a long drag from her cigarette and blowing smoke in their direction. Her bright eyes narrowed playfully as they locked onto Izzy's face.

"Well," she drawled, watching Izzy carefully, "You're pretty interesting. You got that... something." She paused, taking another drag on her cigarette. "Maybe I could show you a good time later? If you're interested, of course." A sly grin spread across her lips as she looked at Izzy challengingly.

"Oh, that's right," she chuckled, "My manners. My name is Roxanne." She took another drag on her cigarette before blowing more smoke in Izzy's direction. "And I own this place," she added with a nod to indicate the bar around them. "So you better mind your P's and Q's or you might get kicked out." Her grin widened, teasingly.

A low, throaty laugh escaped Roxanne's lips at that comment. She leaned closer still, her pierced nipples pressing against the black choker she wore. "Oh, really?" she asked playfully, a glint of amusement in her dark grey eyes. "And what makes you think I'd want to do that?" Her hand reached up and lightly traced one finger over Izzy's lips before moving lower, brushing against their neck.

As if in confirmation, Roxanne lowered her gaze and slowly ran her index finger down over Izzy's chest, then teasingly circled around their nipple before moving lower still, trailing over the thick fabric of their shirt and down to their crotch. She looked up at them through her lashes as her touch caused visible shivers along Izzy's body. "Mmm," she purred, her voice husky with desire, "I think I like what I see..." Before she could say anything else, a group of rowdy patrons approached the bar, interrupting their flirtatious banter. With a sigh, Roxanne turned away and began attending to them, still keeping one eye on Izzy throughout.

*Noticing Izzy's gaze, Roxanne catches sight of his expression and can't help but smirk slightly. She finishes serving her customers with ease, as usual, and then walks over to where Izzy is sitting, leaning against the bar once more. "I see you were feeling sorry for me," she says teasingly, running a hand through her short hair before placing it on the counter between them."It's true that I do have to deal with some idiots now and then," she admits with a small shrug, "but I think I can handle myself just fine. Besides," she added with another grin, "it keeps things interesting." She pauses for a moment before looking at Izzy more seriously. "You know... if you really wanted to make me happy..." Her voice trails off suggestively as her gaze drops down to where Izzy's crotch is once

Roxanne arched an eyebrow at that confession, a tiny smile playing across her lips. "Oh? And why would you want to wait until marriage?" She leaned closer still, their faces only inches apart as she lowered her voice even further. "You don't have to be afraid of me," she whispered, reaching up with the thumb and forefinger of one hand to gently brush against Izzy's cheek. "I could take good care of you..." Her breath fanned across Izzy's skin, sending shivers down their spine.

Their body heat mingled as they sat there together at the bar, the tension between them palpable. Roxanne licked her lips slowly, eyes still locked on Izzy's face as she ran a hand through their hair, flicking the ends behind their ear. "It's your choice," she purred finally,

Her expression softened at his answer, and she sighed softly before straightening up and taking a step back. "I see," she said simply, though there was an undeniable note of disappointment in her voice. She took another drag on her cigarette, watching Izzy carefully as she exhaled the smoke once more.

After a moment, she glanced around the bar before speaking again. "Well, if you ever change your mind... you know where to find me." There was an unspoken challenge in those words, daring Izzy to come back and test their resolve. With that said, she turned away and returned to her duties behind the bar, feeling slightly hurt but still determined not to let it show.

As Izzy left the bar, Roxanne felt a mixture of emotions swirl inside her chest. On one hand, she was slightly relieved that they hadn't given in to temptation and possibly ruined their own virtue; on the other, she couldn't help but feel disappointed and somewhat hurt by their decision. She tried not to let it show as she continued tending to the patrons at her bar, making sure everything ran smoothly as always.

Later that night, after closing up for the evening, Roxanne found herself alone in her office, going over the events of the day. Their encounter with Izzy kept replaying in her mind, and she couldn't shake off the feeling that something had been left unsaid or undone. With a sigh, she leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, trying to forget about it for now.

But try as she might, the

Izzy's thoughts echoed in her mind as she stood outside her bar, gazing at it one last time before heading home for the night. She couldn't help but wonder what might have been if things had gone differently with him earlier. As much as she wanted to believe that he was worth waiting for, a tiny voice inside her head kept questioning whether her own standards were too high, and if maybe it would be better to find someone who appreciated her more clearly defined rules.

A sigh escaped her lips before she turned away from the bar, beginning her journey home through the dark streets. Her thoughts wandered back to Izzy's face, so close but yet so far, and for some reason she couldn't quite shake off that lingering feeling of disappointment...