"Ladies?" The voice came and yet no response seemed to come from Joan or Gia.
Laz took a second to observe this person while she observed him back, not an ounce of panic in her voice or stance. She was dressed from head to toe in black. Black lifted boots, black fishnets, black skirt, black tank top underneath a black leather jacket and a lot of silver chains and jewelery. She even had black cross earrings which hung down from one of the several piercings in her ear. Black lipstick, black eye liner, even black contacts which made her eyes look like dark voids in between her long, silky strains of black hair.
Despite the kind of ridiculous nature of this girl, Laz had to admit that she really went all in on this theme.