<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">Glancing up at the clock on the wall to her left, it read 2:13 am. It was rather late into the night for most people, but here at the bar it was a normal night. "</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0000ff">Last call everyone.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">" A soft voice ran over the crowd of about four people that sat in different places through out the room. Tonight had been rather slow, then again it was a Tuesday. Setting down the glass in her hands, she walked down the length of the bar and passed the mirror, stopping for a second to take a look at herself. </span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">Ice Waterfox had been working here at the 'Blue Room' for about eight months. Soft ivory hands reached up to comb through her blue hair for a second as she admired her image. In no way was Ice vein, but she knew that she was pretty as people told her every night. For a while she thought that was the only reason the bar had hired her but she pushed past that thought after the first week. Looking down at the tight grey dress she was wearing, the young woman taking a moment to pull it down just a bit more as it rested currently at the middle of her thigh. </span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">"</span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Can I get a double whiskey, on the rocks?</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">" </span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">The voice pulled her attention from the mirror as she turned to see one of the regulars at the counter. Ice smiled and walked back over, starting to make the drink as they carried a short conversation about the weather. Some time passed after and Ice found her grey eyes looking back at the clock on the wall as it read now 2:35. The last customer had just left the bar and there was some talking outside as people waited for their cabs. Jason the bar back was sweeping across the room, leaving Ice to do her own closing chores.  Picking up the rag she kept under the bar, a quick wipe to the counter and a sweep behind the bar was all she needed to do. Perks of the closing shift, you can clean when it's slow. </span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080"> "</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0000ff">Good night Jason, I'll see you tomorrow, I'm walking out of the back.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">" Ice spoke as she waved to her co-worker as he exited out the front door. Walking around the counter, her black heels echoed through the empty bar as they clicked against the floor. The jingling of keys sounded as she locked the door and walked back across the room to the back of the bar. Grabbing her black coat and purse, Ice swung the coat over her shoulders to slip on as she exited the back door, locking it as she did the front. It was a short walk out of the alley to her car around front, but she wasn't worried as Ice had done this many times. </span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0000ff">Ooh, it's a bit cold out.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">" Speaking to herself as she walked, she just couldn't shake a strange feeling she had in the pit of her stomach. Exiting the alley she noticed that everyone who had been in the bar left, but there was still a car a few spaces over from her own. '</span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 128, 128)">Weird.'</span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080"> She thought to herself but ignored it as she got closer to her car. Paying too much attention to the other car there, she stumbled over a pebble for a moment, almost falling but righting herself quick. Though in the act she dropped her keys. "</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0000ff">Crap</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">." A soft groan left her lips as she knelt down for a moment to pick them up, not hearing the steps that approached behind her. </span></span>