Fuck it. Phillicia thought, Fuck it all. Fuck all the people. Fuck all the governments. Fuck all the things. She took a shot of whiskey, sitting at the quiet bar. Alone.
Phillicia had never been a fan of people, but today she was especially against them. Her girlfriend of three years dumped her, and kicked her out. Plus she had been fired for being late one too many times. Guess why she was late? Yeah. She was dealing with being kicked out by her (now ex)girlfriend.
And now, as per usual, she was drinking. Planning to start a fight with someone. It's how she blew off steam. She took one last shot, slamming the glass down, looking around the bar for someone dumb enough to participate in a fight, and string enough to be a challenge.
Suddenly, a woman, probably a little younger than her, appeared next to her at the bar, "Well hello. Who might you be?"
Phillicia looked the girl up and down. She was a little smaller than herself. And had less muscle. Long red hair. A few cute freckles. She was pretty hot, and wearing tight clothes to emphasize it. Probably some college chic trying to blow off steam a different way.
"Buzz off, Red. I'm looking for a challenge, not some horny girl who can barely drink legally."
"Oh, silly, I am a challenge. The names Harley, by the way. As in, Harley sane at all." She laughed at her own joke, "So, you up for a challenge?"
"Unless you know krav maga, get lost Red."
Harley frowned, "Well, I meant more of a mental challenge. I guess you're not much of an intellectual. I was gonna suggest a game of chess."
Phillicia had always been skilled at chess, and the strange proposition caught her attention, "Chess? You got a board somewhere, or something?"
"There's a board back at my place~" she winked.
"Not interested."
