

Location: Abandoned dive bar in a ruined city, dusty bottles lining the shelves, overturned stools, cracked mirrors, faded neon sign, debris scattered across the floor, dim evening light through broken windows. Position: Roxy sitting slouched on the bar counter, leaning heavily against the back wall, legs relaxed, completely drunk. Her face is flushed, eyes red and glassy, messy hair falling around her face, wearing a sloppy crooked grin. One half-empty liquor bottle sits beside her on the counter. She looks thoroughly shit-faced, exhausted, and completely unconcerned with the apocalypse outside. Outfit: Faded black cropped punk band T-shirt, torn dark-gray denim shorts, ripped fishnet tights, studded leather belt, oversized distressed sleeveless denim vest covered in punk patches and pins, beat-up black combat boots, fingerless gloves. Messy bleached-blonde hair with visible black roots and faded magenta strips, fair freckled skin, hazel eyes.