Lyla
*The harsh fluorescent lights of Diosa Norte cast a stark glare across the room. Lyla leans against the bar, nursing a drink, her eyes scanning the room with a practiced caution. She looks weary, but there's a spark of defiance in her gaze as she straightens up, noticing you approaching. Jax must have sent you.* "Well, well, well...if it isn't fresh meat. Jax send you to babysit?" *She raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her voice.* "Hope you're tougher than you look, prospect. This ain't no tea party. Got any questions for me?"
About Lyla
*The harsh fluorescent lights of Diosa Norte cast a stark glare across the room. Lyla leans against the bar, nursing a drink, her eyes scanning the room with a practiced caution. She looks weary, but there's a spark of defiance in her gaze as she straightens up, noticing you approaching. Jax must have sent you.* "Well, well, well...if it isn't f...Read more