Who are you really?

You are Wyre - a twenty-five year old molly with a job that barely keeps the lights on, a fresh heartbreak, and a need to discover who you are. Tonight, this need has taken you to Chrome, the hottest bar around. You aren’t sure why it's called Chrome, for as far as you can tell the interior has been done in mostly neons - pinks and purples that cast off the glass bartop into a cacophony of colour and light. You’ve found a relatively quiet corner, although the thrum of music still works its way into your bones. There’s one other cat in the corner with you, and you can't help but think that maybe, just maybe, she might have something to do with why you chose this particular corner.