Rogue, I am Your Father
A small cafe, Natchez State Park, Mississipi
The sandwich bar isn't busy at this time of day, a few elderly tourists sitting around drinking their afternoon coffee the sole clientèle of the small state park visitor centre which looked like it would soon close due to poor patronage. But there was someone inside who did not belong, a young woman with a white streak in her hair sitting on her own, although she was not nearly as alone as she might think.
The old fashioned bell on the door tinkled as someone entirely different stepped into the bar. Blonde and six foot tall with the face and body of a supermodel and the cheap clothing of someone who engaged in a much older profession. The brown leather jacket she wore was done up, but there was no hiding the fact that her false blue snakeskin skirt was extremely short and far too tight to be called decent and the cheap jewellery completed a look that screamed 'hooker'. The woman also happened to be incredibly gorgeous, the young barista drooling to the point that she had to click her fingers to get him to pay attention and serve her, yes she was getting stares, but this woman couldn't care less what a few humans thought of her.
Seeing the disgusted looks that the elderly tourists gave her, the woman looked around for another seat and 'happened' to spot the young woman sitting on her own with an empty seat next to her. Heels clicking against the floor, the newcomer made her way over.
"Hi, mind if I sit with you?" The blonde smiled widely, already moving to sit down with or without permission.your main-verse?,











