Onyx and Obsidian rested at the back of the bar, waiting. Waiting for their moment. Onyx fingered the pistol hidden in her waistband. Was she trigger-happy? You could say that. But no, this was far from a violent occasion. It was Friday; today was the day that the pair would have a little fun. Everything was fun for them. Onyx leaned in to his friend, whispered in her ear, then stood as she nodded. The word "MISFIT" was printed on his dark leather jacket in crude, painted letters. He stepped towards the stage, where strippers were clearing the stage for the metalcore band of the night. He gripped the arm of a pretty, dainty blonde, and pulled her into a kiss. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a fifty, shoved it in her bra, and dragged her into a room, locking the door behind him. That girl wouldn't see the light of day. But, hey, that was Obsidian's favorite kind of playtime. Onyx preferred having multiple little minions following her around. But, she had just lost her favorite one. She needed a new friend.
The band pulled onto the stage, and began their set. Onyx stood up, walked to the front,and began jumping to the beat and screaming along. Someone had to notice her. Not many six feet girls with D cups pranced into a bar filled with rapists in a bikini top and the shortest shorts known to man. Her black hair flew around as she flew her head back and forth, smiling. She was going to enjoy the night.

(Hm. I'm back and muse-filled. We went on an unplanned vacay to New Mexico and, simply, we were stuck there for a while. X])