This trio looked pretty... unfriendly, for the most part. Two of them wore a similar outfit: Worn out jeans, black tank tops with skulls printed on, and spiky wristbands. The red head leading this group had the same get up, but wore a black leather jacket over it.
"Davis was it?" one of the girls said. She had a bright green mohawk and dark blue eyes.
"Yeah?" Sadie asked.
"How tough are yah?" asked a raven haired girl with half her hair shaved off.
"What?" the southerner asked.
"We wanna know how tough you are.. you know, strength, how good you are at fighting, that sortta thing." the redhead in the jacket replied.
Sadie was confused; why were these girls interested in how strong she was?
"We could use some muscle." the jacketed girl added.
"Uh, well..... I wrangle hogs at my family farm, so, pretty strong?" Sadie responded.
The trio nodded and handed Sadie a small bag.
"What's this?" asked Sadie.
"We've been savin' this in case we found somebody tough to initiate." the mohawked girl replied.
Sadie didn't undserstand until she got into the bathroom and checked the bag; inside was the same kind of outfit those girls wore along with some hair dye samples.
The Texan looked the stuff over before...