Ashleigh
The music is loud as I enter the bar at the edge of the kingdom territory. I needed to get away for a few days. I left my kids with my mother and just started walking. The rogues and other outcasts stare as I move through the room towards the bar. I am wearing a red dress that hugs my body just right.
I sit at the bar, and a female bartender slinks over. I look her up and down. She is a bubbly blonde wearing a crop top with a huge grin.
“What would you like?” She asks in an entirely too sweet voice.
“Whiskey,” I mutter. “Might as well give me the bottle.”
“Okay,” the bartender grins and skips away.
“Hey, cutie,” a large, smelly rogue walks over to me. He has a scraggly beard and long, greasy hair. I wrinkle my nose as his stench is horrid. “Can I buy you a drink?” He asks in
