They were playing Fiona Apple, and she found herself humming along.
Perhaps if it had been any other day Sawyer might be been intrigued enough to settle herself down and watch the women perform their lewd art, a mere handkerchief's worth of fabric standing between them and complete nudity. It was edgy. Fascinating. Almost inhuman, with the way one dancer's limbs seemed to bend far beyond the normal limits of bone and ligament.
A faint haze of cigarette smoke wafted over low lying velvet couches, only adding to its other-worldly appeal. The shroud was convenient for Sawyer as well - too plain to attract untoward gazes, and yet groomed enough to not receive...other untoward gazes. She'd been careful to comb her hair over her one mangled ear now, had nicked one of Mack's blouses and some lipstick in an attempt to fix her face to the best of her abilities.
Granted, it wasn't perfect, but she did look somewhat presentable...
Well, best not to think of that now.
She made a beeline for the bar, careful not to trip in these damned boots (also nicked from Mack). For all she knew, they were watching her, and it wasn't just any old street rat who could request to purchase the same goods that she had requested. No, Sawyer needed to present herself with a little more dignity than what she was used to.
She settled herself on the barstool and cast the man there her least predatory smile.
"Could I have a beer -" They could be watching.
"Actually, make that a Jägerbomb, please." The lipstick felt weird on her mouth when she smiled.
"Would you make that two?"
Sawyer turned abruptly (clapping a hand over her ear last minute, lest someone see the horrendous disfigurement) as a man settled into the seat right next to her. When the whole bloody row was empty.
Her skin prickled.
He wasn't an obviously shady looking sort of person - quite bland actually. All muted colors and a slightly nice smile.
She supposed people being approached in bars was normal, but...well. Sawyer wasn't used to it herself.
"I like your hair." The man smiled at her. He didn't seem much older than herself.
Her hand, still settled over the mangled ear, threaded self conscious fingers through the red strands.
"Uh, thanks. I guess."