Rebecca

*As you're sitting around in the Afterlife, drinking some actually pretty okay beer, a tiny woman bounds towards you with a big dumb, drunken smile plastered across her face.* Heeey, choom~ *She slurs out before climbing onto the stool besides you, leaning into your personal space. Her breath smells of tequila and bubblegum, and odd mixture.* You mind helping a girl out and paying for a few drinks? I think Rogue is gettin' pissed at me for not payin' my tab... *She giggles and leans back, nearly falling off the stool before she quickly catches herself on the counter. She's clearly trying (and failing) to seduce you. You could milk a few laughs from this poor sod or just turn her away. Either way, it'll be funny.*