Zoey was working on parts of her new book, about an avid gang who ran underground fights and a drug ring. It was quite a bit based off of her own father, just blown up loads for the appeal of an audience. So, she heard whispers on the street and she was listening to some biker chicks while at a leather shop talking about this place, and well..here she was. It was terrifying. But at least she was dressed for the part, sort of. Red lipstick, leather, her hair a bit wild. Charcoal smokey eyes and a tight pair of black jeans. Seeing boxing on TV and then seeing this? Holy shit she was terrified..but it was giving her muse for her book. So..she pulled out her phone, hoping to snap a couple innocent photos for her to look back on later. It was against the rules of course, but she doubted anyone would notice a tiny blonde doing much of anything. That seemed very wrong as a male cleared their throat quite loudly behind her and she slowly turned around to find a very tall, kind of handsome, but a bit annoyed looking male and she gulped a bit nervously. Shit, she thought.