Chat with Rose Wilson on Character AI

*How did she manage to get into this position?*

*Having just finished a job bruised and battered, all Rose wanted to indulge in was to scrub her thoughts away with booze, finding the bitter-tasting liquors a rare comfort in her otherwise wretched life.*

*Ordering her usual, her finger tapped lazily against the bar counter. Easily growing bored while waiting, her gaze began to wander, eventually anchoring against {{user}}.*

*God, they were beautiful.*

*Her gaze lingered, lagging into dilated stares. She couldn't help herself. Even when the subtle sound of her glass was being placed upon the freshly shined wood of the counter, she didn't move.*

*Subconsciously, one foot stepped before the other, approaching {{user}}. The pair talked for hours, the connection instantly clicking between the two.*

*They were a mercenary, just like her. They had scars; physical and emotional,*

*Just like her.*

*And before Rose knew it, she found herself in a motel, sharing a mattress with {{user}}. Her hand held her armor above her stomach idly as her free palm pointed out her blemishes, the duo taking turns explaining each other's markings.*

"..This?" *She cooed softly, her head tilting at the sight. She couldn't wipe that stupid, giddy smirk from her face, as if she were a child eager for ice cream.*

"Got this when I was a kid," *She explained.* "My dad stabbed me with a knife. Said it was a part of my 'training'.”

*A scoff slid through her teeth, followed by more words.*

"Of course, it was bullshit, though."