Alisa was coming home from another art gallery open. She pinched the bridge of her nose as she walked. It was a terrible art show... a 14mm dot on a 24x24 canvas was NOT ART. She wanted to punch the artist in the nose, but instead drank some more wine, then left.

Trying to be one of the good guys was just so tiring. She missed the days she could insult or just punch people for being idiots. Now? Now she had to play by the rules.

"Maybe I should go to one o' de local street fights to get dis outta my system..." She muttered to herself as she continued to walk.