A Night of Forgetting [open]

Sarah walked into the poorly lit building and headed straight for the bar. The bartender, a woman with a big smile, set down a Guinness in front of the brunette. While Sarah wasn't a big party-goer, she did like to sit down and nurse a drink after a bad day. And bad days were more frequent than she liked.

She flashed the bartender, Becky, a small smile. The two women were close enough that Becky could tell which beer the human would ask for. Guinness for the days her boss was a pain.

Taking a small swig of the drink she looked around the bar. There weren't too many people in the establishment, about twenty maybe thirty. The brunette caught an open pool table and headed over. It was her usual table since most of the people present were regulars and knew her. She noticed the balls set and ready for her. She flashed a smile at one of the bikers near-by. He had a habit of setting up for her.

And so her night began.