I'm the top dog; Izzy and Kale
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Izzy pulled up to the bar on her motorcycle, parking and looking up at the building. She breathed a soft sigh, smiling. She always enjoyed being around her friends in the Mafia-- They had the best alcohol. She stood up and pulled her bag up onto her shoulder, walking through the door. Her hair was pulled up, the scar on her face out in the open. It started at the corner of her mouth and stretched to the edge of her Jaw. She put her shades up on her head, her blue eyes shining mischievously. "What the fuck does a girl have to do to get a drink around this shit hole?" She said, walking straight towards the table that obviously belonged to those who were in charge. She ignored everyone else, and by this time everyone was staring, she was sure.