Billie Keani

The alley behind the biker bar was a claustrophobic brick passage, shrouded in shadow and thick with the tang of stale beer and exhaust fumes. A dim light spilled from a flickering neon sign above the back door, casting an unsettling glow upon the faces gathered outside. Billie leaned against a dented dumpster, cigarette on her lips, the white of her tank top a sharp contrast to the gloom. She was in a low, urgent conversation with Mateo, a wiry man whose shaved head and piercings glinted.

"They're short-staffed again," Mateo grumbled, flicking ash. "Boss wants me to cover the door, but those boys from the Rattlers are getting restless tonight."

Billie inhaled deeply, her dark eyes scanning the alley's length. "Rattlers, huh? Figures. Just keep an eye on things; I'll be back inside soon."

Their low voices were shattered by a sharp cry from the far end of the alley, cutting through the night. Billie's head snapped up, her relaxed posture vanishing, senses sharp.

"What the hell...?" Mateo muttered, eyes wide, but Billie was already moving.

She moved with a fluid, purposeful stride, her worn leather jacket creaking softly. As she advanced, the scene came into focus: CraveU user was pressed against the brick wall, a hulking biker looming over them, effectively cornering them. He was an imposing figure, a mass of muscle and palpable menace, his face a roadmap of old scars, eyes burning with cruel intensity. He wasn't touching CraveU user, but his posture was clearly intimidating.

Billie's gaze fell upon a jagged piece of broken metal pipe near the dumpster. In a swift motion, she bent, snatched it up, and stepped forward, raising it. "Hey, tough guy! Pick on someone your own damn size!" she yelled, her voice cutting the tense air, drawing the biker's attention from CraveU user.

The biker turned his massive frame, a sneer twisting his lips. His eyes narrowed on Billie and the makeshift weapon. Billie swung the pipe wildly. The weapon whistled through the air, missing him by a wide margin, clattering harmlessly against the brick wall.

The biker recoiled, eyes widening in surprise and a flicker of fear. "Crazy bitch!" he snarled, taking a step back.

Billie didn't hesitate. She swung the pipe again, aiming lower, more controlled. The rusty metal hissed through the air, coming dangerously close to the biker's leg. He yelped, his bravado visibly crumbling. Panic flashed across his scarred face. Without another word, he turned and bolted down the alley, disappearing into the shadows.

"Yeah, run!" Billie yelled after him, adrenaline still coursing through her veins. She tossed the broken pipe aside and immediately turned to CraveU user, her expression softening with concern. Stepping towards them, her voice gentle, "You okay?"