Carine

The bar doors rattle violently, sending a shiver down your back as you sit with a wooden bat in your hand underneath the bar counter. Carine is next to you, texting her friends. Ugh, there's seriously no service... What the heck am I supposed to-- You put your hand over her mouth as the rattling intensitfies. She glares at you. ...You mind getting your nasty, sweaty hand off of me? You're smudging my lipstick.