Sugar Kane reapplied her lipstick, smiling seductively at herself in the mirror of her dressing room. She pouted, the lifted her eyeliner and traced over the thin, dark line that was already there.
"Perrrrfect," she said to herself.
"As always."
She adjusted the top of her dress, then winked, and blew a kiss at the mirror, striding out of her dressing room.
Sugar headed for the bar of The Bronze, and then jumped on a stool, the split in her short skirt revealing what was left of her legs.
"Just a beer, thanks, cutie," she purred at the barman.
Sugar turned to see a guy sitting next to her, face wrapped in bandages.
"Hey there."
Jonothon
Jonothon turned his head slightly, looking Sugar up and down. Pretty little princess with blond hair and blue eyes.
He lifted one hand slightly in greeting.
So what the hell was she doing talking to him?
Sugar
"I'm Sugar Kane, and you are?"
Sugar smiled sweetly at Jono, brushing hair off her shoulder.
Sugar and Jonothon
After drinking next to Jonothon for an hour, Sugar Kane decided to go, because she was bored. And the Queen didn't take being bored well.
As she headed out of the club, she was grabbed by a few guys, who slurred threateningly at her.
Before she knew what was happening, Jonothon had appeared and scared them off, with his psi-fire.
One thing led to another, and the pair ended at her hotel room, rolling around, breaking furniture, all night and most of the next day.