A/N: This is just a quick teaser, because I've barely written the first chapter of the next story! I'm George RR Martining the shit outta this!
There was a girl with short red hair, so dark it was almost black at the roots, seated at a bar. She stared longingly off into space as she took shot-after-shot of whiskey. She had been there all day, and to the bartender, she looked to be underage, but, sure enough, when he asked for ID, he saw that she was in fact eighteen; old enough to drink. Ruby Rose was her name.
He didn't think the name fit her; Ruby Rose was usually a name you associated with either some porn star or someone who would always be happy and chipper. If her lonely, longing, gaze was any indication, she was depressed. The scars on her face hinted at a career in the military, or that she had at least seen some battles.
As he was pouring her the next shot, he asked, "Somethin' wrong, Miss?" She chuckled grimly.
"Understatement." She muttered in reply, before downing another shot.
"You drinking to forget?" He prodded out of curiosity, pouring out the last of the bottle. She shook her head.
"Nah…" She said. "Drinking to remember."