Her fingers felt so cold and her lips were dry, but she was oh so satisfied tonight.
She'd finally gotten into contact with Mina and managed to arrange a meeting with her and her 'associates'. Unfortunetly she had a period to wait as Mina was currently in Europe taking care of business. As she trotted down the street in her long leather boots she was filling to the brim with anticipation.
Just one more week, Dania, just one..
Just then, her thoughts were unpleasantly interupted by a shove and her back hitting the bricks of a nearby building. She was not scared or defensive, just curious at what the hell had just happened.
She looked up to see the face of a, clearly, drunken man and his hand which was currently holding a pistol. "Let's see what's under that pree li'l 'irt of yours...hiccup!"
Dania looked down at at her clothes: her high boots, her knee-length navy green dress with corset top, her long leather jacket, and her special hard leather arm braces that reached up to her knuckles with special holes that she could slide her finger through. Her apparrel of course did not include her special "Bag of Splendor" that she never left the house without.
Calmly, "You know what, I really don't want you to see what's under my skirt."
The man stood bewildered for more than a few seconds before,
"...I have a gun!" and pointed it at her.
"Why yes I can see that, Oh look! That bar is giving away a free round of drinks!"
"Huh?' As the man looked over, Dania swiftly punched him in the Solar Plexus of his chest and knoked him out.
Ha, I wonder sometimes why the hell I still choose to live in a place like this..
As she walked away, the glimmer of the city lights glimmered off the Atantic Ocean, reminding her why she loved New York City.