Twist of Life

[Meggy]

The fitting place for a single who has no care for life or how it goes. For those who wish to be set free and forget all them worries. A place for a party and a good time. A place for every moment. Yes this was Meg's favorite place to be. If she ever gone missing she be at the bar. If you needed to chat, got to the bar. It was her second home since she couldn't live at the bar(she already asked the bar owner). A place were even the bar stools had a name. It was her home and family. Meg's life was a lonely one you could say. No one to call if something bad happened. If she got drunk and passed out, jut put her in the corner tell she woke up. Since she came to Northbell, which was a few months ago, life was full of drinks. The plan was to come and get a singing job, but nothing ever goes as planned so she made a job working at the bar as a waitress, see it always goes back to the bar. She lived in a loft apartment by herself, well that and her cat that she picked up off the street one night on her way home. Within her few months in Northbell her life took it's turn. Drinking and smoking were her game and she played it with a smile. This was the life she choice to live and she would not waste a moment of it. Welcome to the party of Meggy.

"Hey throw me another!" Meg said with a drunken laugh. Setting at a bar stool, her black leather quarter sleeve jacket hanging on the back. "I don't care give me anything," Meg demanded as the bartender gave her a funny look. Resting back she crossed her black skinny jean legs that were tucked into black and red high tops. She also had on a maroon tank top. Her make-up was medium dark made up of black eye shadow and red lipstick.