Im no high class broad...

[Saviour]

Dalia~
I walk in, my form fitting jeans had a small rip just above my knee and my shirt reached just below my hips. I pull my dark hair out of my face and stride over to the bar. My beautifully unique green eyes scanned the group of people in the pub but I didn't make a move to talk to anyone or to sit by anyone. I order a cheap on tap beer and sit on one of the bar stools. I wait for someone to walk up to me, someone who might be like me or at least someone who would keep me from any other mischievious acts for while...