Dire Daria laughed roughly as glass continued to tinkle down to the ground from the busted window. If she had been with her gang it probably would have been the prelude to breaking into the Chinese restaurant beyond and wrecking the place up with nothing but heavy partying, but smashing the window itself was good enough sport as it was.
She leaned down to dig out another chunk of cracked asphalt, then froze as a rhythmic knocking sound came from behind her, metal on brick. Abandoning the asphalt and pulling out her switchblade instead, she spun around low to face whatever idiot had decided to horn in on her fun.
Standing at the edge of an alleyway was another girl, her slender form clad almost entirely in denim. She held a paintball gun in her hand and was tapping the barrel up against one of the nearby buildings. Two brunette braids hung down behind her head, and her face was obscured by a heavy duty mask.
Daria snarled and flicked open her knife. "And just who the fuck are you?" she barked.