Another fight night had ended, and most had cleared out of the rec center. The others were cleaning things up. She had pitched in for a bit, despite protests that others could do it, and that the Oba shouldn't be doing such things. Like she listened? No, being Oba meant she could pitch in where and when she wanted, not that she could sit and be hand fed or some crap. She called out a goodbye to those who were there and hit the double doors that led out into the hallway, footsteps sounding as she walked through the empty corridor, and then echoing through the lobby of the building. She walked outside to be met with a wall of humidity, nearly midnight and it felt like it was over 100, on the autumn equinox? Good thing she was used to this crap.
She let her steps carry her towards the diner, knew they'd be open since they didnt close other than once a week for a few hours. The streets were fairly quiet tonight just a few others who appeared to be either heading home or to one of the bars that were very much were only, one was hyena only. They needed one place where they could totally let go after all.
She finally got to the diner, walked in and sat herself down at a table, calling out to Christy that she would take whatever the special was, and a beer.
She let her steps carry her towards the diner, knew they'd be open since they didnt close other than once a week for a few hours. The streets were fairly quiet tonight just a few others who appeared to be either heading home or to one of the bars that were very much were only, one was hyena only. They needed one place where they could totally let go after all.
She finally got to the diner, walked in and sat herself down at a table, calling out to Christy that she would take whatever the special was, and a beer.
