Alexandria smirked as the man on top of the table sang, shaking her head at all the girls who were practically throwing themselves at him. She was wearing tight black skinny jeans, knee-high black lace-up combat boots, and a cutoff shirt. Her hair was black and fell in waves to her waist, her eyes flashed electric blue. She was about 5'6 in height, though the boots added an extra two inches, bumping her up to 5'8. She wore dark red lipstick, dark black eyeshadow, mascara, and eyeliner. Everything was dark on this girl.
Sighing, she pushed herself off the wall and turned to leave, extremely bored with the place. Her stomach was flat and smooth, her skin a golden brown. The coloration of her skin had to do with the fact she was a native American, though. As she walked toward the door, she let out a high-pitched whistle, and a very large dog bounded over to her. Grinning, she lead the way out, the huge dog trotting eagerly at her side.
"C'mon boy." She said, her voice a soft musical note. The dog was a Great Pyrenees and Anatolian shepherd cross named Bullet, and he was Alexandria's guard dog. Moving swiftly over to her truck--black, of course--she opened the gate and Bullet leaped in easily. Slamming it shut, she went around to get into the truck and leave the bar.