Chapter Twelve
“There they are,” said Laura, waving.
Her two friends waved back from the other side of the bar. Laura and Janine made their way over carefully, trying to avoid bashing the other patrons enjoying the warm afternoon, with the many bags they carried.
“You must be Rocky,” said Janine, as she was enveloped in a tight hug from the petite girl in a black leather jacket. Her pretty face was off-set with a number of interesting piercings; nose, ears, lower lip and eyebrows. Her head was shaved at both sides, leading up to a tiny jet black Mohican hairstyle, and her heavy boots highlighted her short skirt.
“Actually, I’m Katie,” she giggled. “This is Rocky. Be careful, we’ve had a few already.”
Rocky was a tall, athletic looking woman with long blonde hair. She took Janine’s fac
