I sat down and ordered a beer and a shot of bourbon. The venue was dimly lit and almost dark, except for the rotating disco ball lights, I could see ... smallish crowd dancing around to the tunes. I heard Whitesnake, Motley Crue, Winger, it was music to unwind too. You see all that Top-40s, R’N B or doof-doof rubbish made me agro and that is not the “me” I wanted to be right now.I ordered another shot of bourbon and another beer. It was while I sipped on my second beer, that I got my first. Every day, during break, coffee or lunch, couples would go off into the Break Room, or the little rooms adjoining the restrooms, and have at it.She'd joined in, just as enthusiastic as everyone else. It certainly beat her private life. She hadn't realized that living in the same apartment building as her parents meant her mother kept tabs on who she was dating, and how late she stayed out on a date. She couldn't even ask the guy to spend the night, not without receiving a two-hour lecture the. “Shit,” Mike swore, stopping in his tracks.“What’s wrong?” Zel asked.“I should have asked Sofia about the Grimoire.” Sarah had been obsessed with it, a magical book of great power. It made sense to Mike that such a thing would exist in the Library, and he had forgotten to even mention it. There had been too much on his mind, there was always too much on his mind.“Who’s Sofia?” Zel asked. She had turned around, staring at him from the middle of the path.“She’s a cyclops who watches over the. Lauren and Nikki fixed the lunch just in case her mother rang early, and ate quickly in the kitchen, before taking iced lemonade through to the lounge. Mike made straight for the sofa again at the opposite end from the TV, with Nikki taking up a position next to him, her feet curled up under her bottom. Lauren sat in the armchair on his left, slightly forward of the sofa, and operated the remote control.Jane was back again, walking aimlessly through what appeared to be the garden of a house..