She placed her purse on the hook under the bar; it was her first time in that club and yet she knew where to find it, how to wait for the bartender’s attention, and what to order: a gin tonic – you can never go wrong with that.

She relaxed now that she knew alcohol would not long arrive. She looked around the place: blonde men showing muscles behind tight shirts, ladies suffering the cold in sleeve-less dresses, young kids disguising themselves as adults.

She tried to get that thought back, but it was all too much of something she’d already seen a thousands of times.