She stood outside the entrance with one hand on her hip, the other rolling a joint between thumb and middle finger at abdomen height. The smell about her was strong, like fresh dirt and cut hay on a baking summer day and did nothing to disguise the reek of her cigarette.
Time and time again she drug her a** back to the city, drowning it out with carefully selected tune pumping into her oddly shaped ears, giving in to the latest gadgets which usually didn't last long. Her hand pulled up, the joint lit with no effort and she began to puff on it quickly, shuffling her bare feet, stepping aside with a small grin on her lips for other patrons who gave her looks of disgust.
THC inhibited her powers and so they should be thanking their imaginary gods it existed, but she could sit on that happily.
Shrugging, she neglected to snuff the joint and strolled on in, flicking golden hair from her face as she eyed down the door men, granting herself a cute face and strut right past with no need to explain herself. Any who were sensitive would have felt a dark shifting feeling, it was her power of persuasion over the psyche, radiating out and working for her, leaving all effected feeling relaxed and happy, unless they had a great enough power to notice something was wrong.
Strolling through the bar she picked up line of Red Dragons, bringing a deep red glow to her cheeks, and lithly moved into the cassino.
Half way through the joint, she picked her way through the bodies and made her way to more alcohol. Her body was almost always in a state of motion, blue of her eyes only visible because her pupils were crooked crecents, now rather full. Rubbing against her could cause hallucination and was far from recommended, as such she had become very good at avoiding touching.
Some people were not accepting of those sorts of feelings.
It came as no surprise then, when one man tried touch her hair (as was most common) that she should pull in and step back, but he took this as a fight, or was to drunk to stand and came towards her quickly enough that she thought to stab the back of his hand with the cherry of her smoke as she side stepped his move towards her.
He yelled and she screamed in return, jaw splitting and spraying forward an unholy tangle of tongues and gore until she felt her point had been made. With a hot shot of breath out her nostrils, she pulled the joint up and took a deep, lung busting drag, then blew it at him and scurried away.