STARTERS:

1. Killing was easy, it always had been. Red never paid any mind to the blood she spilled or the lives she took. But sometimes and only sometimes it got to be a bit much, hence her horrible drinking habits. But it didn't seem like you had any control either considering you had been sitting at the same bar for the past few hours.

2. No matter her financial circumstances, Red had always owned a Harley, it was her baby. Everyone else had dogs or cats or actual children. Mara had her bike. And she would like to keep it for a very long time, but it seemed you had other plans as you pulled out right in front of her then slam on your brakes (considering the red light), causing her to skid to a screeching halt barely an inch away from the car. "Are you fucking serious??" Red snarled angrily.

3. Hangovers. Red loathed hangovers with a passion, but at least this time she woke up to a warm bed and clean sheets and... Another body. Shit. She carefully extracted herself from the stranger's hold, only succeeding in getting herself half dressed before she heard a soft groan and teasing words from you. "Not even going to stay for round 2?" And Red didn't respond.

4. It was nothing personal. It was the mission, to take you on, to make sure that she got the "money shot", to take you out. Whatever she had to do, they told her. No details were given, just a name and an address. Taking the orders like she did all others, Mara went to the specified place and snuck in through the window, creeping about until she found the bedroom. It was empty. And then she felt something cold against her neck, a knife you were holding.