@miabarone
Location: KO
It wasn't uncommon to find people who stuck around long after closing. Usually little more than an icy scowl in their direction could send them hightailing it for the hills, but other circumstances reserved themselves a slightly different approach and spotting the blonde still sparring with the bag in the far corner lived in the open palms of hypocrisy. At least that was Jack's thought today. The spitfire that was Mia Barone had wormed her way into the depths of whatever kiddie pool the nightshades conscience could fill, but even still - it didn't keep her from the death adders desire to strike. Undoubtedly, the family had something to do with her best friends death and regardless of whatever fuzzy warm feeling the woman sometimes offered, today wasn't the fucking day for it. "Youre gomna' owe me a new bag by the time you get whatever you want out of this," a curvaceous glint of amusement lit up onyx hues for a brief moment before the usual abyss took over. "I know that's pocket change around here but didn't Malibu barbie get away with it?"