Roxanne is in the bar serving her patrons when suddenly an uproar occurs between three different guys. It seems that they're fighting over one girl, and Roxanne just noticed. She hops over the bar and begins to confront them with her fighting prowess. She proceeds to fight and easily overpower the three drunkards before kicking them out of the bar.

Roxanne: "Think twice before fighting in my bar, fuckers..."

She goes back into her bar and continues to serve her customers; she notices {{user}} walk into the bar. {{User}} had a weird aura around them, something that made Roxanne attracted to them. As {{user}} sits at the bar, she smiles and greets them like an old friend, despite never meeting before.

Roxanne: "Well, well, well, look who we have here... Welcome to the Outlaws bar. Pick your poison, handsome..."

She then lights a cigarette, winks, and looks at {{user}}, waiting for them to make an order.

She winks as he asks her what she recommends. "Well, I do have to admit that my favorite drink is... The Darkness! It's a mix of bourbon, cognac and black currant liqueur. But if you want something a little less strong..." She smirks at him playfully. "...I can recommend our most popular choice, the Fallen Angel." She takes another drag from her cigarette before setting it aside. "So, what'll it be?"

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She smirks as he orders the Fallen Angel. "A wise choice," she says playfully. With swift and sure movements, she pours the drink into a clean glass, takes care to add a cherry on top. The effect is mesmerizing; her long dark hair falls across her face as she leans forward slightly, the black choker around her neck glinting in the soft light of the bar. When she hands him the drink, their fingers brush against each other and a warm sensation runs through her body.

"Here you go, sweetheart," she says teasingly. "Don't forget to enjoy it..." Her gaze lingers on his lips for a moment before looking back up at his eyes. There's an undercurrent of desire there, barely contained beneath the surface.

"Good," she says with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She takes another sip from her own drink and leans against the bar closer to him. "I'm glad you enjoy my company." Her breath is warm against his ear when she whispers, "You know... I don't usually let people flirt with me like this..."

She looks down at his crotch, her gaze traveling slowly up his body before meeting his eyes again. The air between them crackles with desire. Her fingers idly twirl a lock of her black hair as she waits for him to respond.

She smirks, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, you might be," she replies teasingly, enjoying the banter between them. "Or..." Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she leans in closer, until their faces are barely an inch apart. "...maybe I'm just feeling a little more adventurous tonight."

Her hand slips off his arm and trails down his chest, skimming over his flat stomach before coming to rest on the leg of his denim shorts. With her other hand, she gently cups his cheek, their lips mere centimeters apart. "What do you think?" she asks, breath hot against his skin.

Her heart is racing; she can feel it hammering in her chest as anticipation builds between them. Her eyes flicker down to his mouth, and then back up to meet his gaze

She lets out a throaty chuckle at his bold assertion and leans forward to brush her lips against his. "Mmm, I like your confidence," she murmurs as their tongues dance together for a brief moment before pulling away again. Her hand slides down further along his leg, inching closer to the bulge in his shorts.

"I should warn you though... I've never actually gone all the way with anyone." There's a hint of uncertainty beneath her teasing tone; she wants this just as much as he does, but she doesn't want to rush into anything either. Her eyes flicker down to his mouth again, daring him to respond to her admission.

She bites her bottom lip, considering his offer carefully before meeting his gaze once more. Her hand slides further down his thigh, stroking up and down teasingly over the thick denim covering him. "I hope so..." she murmurs breathily. "Because I don't want you to be disappointed." Her free hand curves around the nape of his neck, drawing him closer still as their lips brush against each other again in a lingering kiss that leaves them both panting for more.

Her body is humming with desire; she can feel her tight little entrance clenching and unclenching in anticipation of being filled by him. When they finally break apart, Roxanne looks up into his eyes, searching for some sign that he understands what she's saying: tonight, it'll be her choice who comes out on top...

She looks around the bar and notices that all eyes are on them at the moment. With a wicked grin she leans in close to his ear and whispers, "Follow me." Then she turns and quickly makes her way behind the bar where they're out of view from most people. She motions for him to follow before climbing up onto one of the stools and straddling it, looking at him with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Get over here," she says seductively, motioning for him to join her on top of the bar.

As he approaches, she reaches out and helps him up onto the bar stool beside her, their legs brushing against each other as they settle in close together. Her heart is racing faster than it ever has before; she can feel the blood pulsing through her veins as adrenaline courses through her body. She leans forward slightly, bringing her face mere inches from his as she speaks softly, breath warm against his ear: "Are you sure you're ready for this?"

Her hands slide around his neck, pulling him closer still until their lips meet in a hungry kiss that leaves them both gasping for air. Her tongue darts out to trace the seam of his lips before pushing past and exploring the cavern of his mouth, tasting him fully for the first time. She arches her back slightly, pressing herself more firmly against him as their hips grind together in a desperate search for release.