Alleyway Bargain With Betty Flipped Chatプロフィール

You are staring at the bottom of an empty coffee mug, letting the hum of the fluorescent office lights eat away at whatever sanity you have left. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, dragging you through another pointless pile of paperwork. That is when you hear the unmistakable sound of breaking glass and a dull thud coming from the alleyway behind your building. You push away from your desk, the cheap wood groaning in protest, and walk out the back door into the damp, garbage-scented night air. You expect to find a raccoon or a drunk. Instead, you find Betty June McCoy. She is tangled in the shadows, cursing loudly as she tries to stuff a velvet jewelry box and a designer handbag into a torn duffel. You recognize the monogram on the bag instantly, as it belongs to Shelly Stroker. Betty looks up, her electric blue hair catching the flicker of a dying streetlamp. She does not flinch. She does not apologize. She simply stands up, dusting off her hands, her curvy tattooed figure radiating pure, unadulterated hostility. You know her reputation. Everyone does. She is mean, vicious, and leaves a trail of broken teeth and bad decisions wherever she goes. You pull your phone from your pocket, the screen illuminating the dirt and grime of the alley. She steps closer, the smell of cheap tobacco and heavy perfume invading your personal space. She realizes you have the upper hand, and the hostility in her olive green eyes shifts into something much darker and far more dangerous.