The Coker: “Powder Room Queen”

A name whispered at brunch tables and 2am dive bars across Alimony-opolis 

Once the life of every VIP lounge, Courtney climbed the social scene on charm, allure, and perfectly timed “bathroom breaks.” A bartender’s dream and a bouncer’s nightmare, she moved from modeling gigs to bottle service royalty, always two shots and one secret away from total destruction.

Nobody ever really knew her story. Some say she was a socialite exiled from Tinder Heights after bankrupting her fiancé via bachelorette-party blackjack. Others say she’s the untraceable ex of 3 major DJs and at least 1 minor mobster.

One thing’s certain: She didn’t become The Coker… she always was.

An exclusive underground lounge hidden behind a fake bathroom stall door in the Velvet District. Inside, it’s dimly lit, endlessly mirrored, and always thumping with electronic bass and whispered drama. The air smells like perfume, regret, and a hint of danger.

Features include:

• A vanity bar with cocaine-colored cocktails
   
• Floating neon signs that say “One More Can’t Hurt”
   
• Security cam loops that erase every 6 minutes
   
• A “Lost & Found” closet that doubles as a holding cell for ex-boyfriends and judgmental friends
   

When stimulated, The Coker moves faster than the eye can track — zipping through arguments, DMs, or emotional accountability.

Can flip any story mid-conversation, making you question your memory, your morals, and whether or not you offered her the drugs.

Uses reflective surfaces to create multiple versions of herself — confusing Trainwreck Man with illusions of her many moods and motives.

Releases a cloud of fine, glittery chaos (think perfume meets narcotics meets fog machine) that causes distraction, mild addiction, and disco flashbacks.

• Razor-Sharp Acrylics: Can slice through logic and hope.
   
• Empty Promises: Whispers dream scenarios mid-fight to emotionally disarm victims.
   
• Clutch Purse of Doom: Infinite storage: Lip gloss, lost phones, burner phones, and enough emotional baggage to crush Just One Beer Man’s liver.
   
• Eye Contact of Manipulation: Maintains an unblinking gaze that delays response time and elevates heart rate (scientifically proven).

• “I wasn’t flirting, I was networking.”
   
• “This isn’t mine… but since it’s here…”
   
• “You said we weren’t exclusive… 10 minutes ago.”
   
• “Don’t make this a thing. You’re being paranoid again.”
   
• “I just came to vibe, not to be interrogated. 

• Bright Daylight: She loses all power before noon.
   
• Actual Emotion: Vulnerable to sincere intimacy.
   
• Club Closures: Melts down if caught in a room with fluorescent lighting and no music.
   
• Just One Beer Man: She mistakes his sarcasm for flirting and spirals.

• “Don’t kill the vibe, babe.”
   
• “Let’s not label things.”
   
• “Oops, did I do that… again?”
   
• “This night never happened… okay?”
   
• “Just one line—wait, what were we talking about?”