It was the worst day ever at work. Heather was on her feet constantly, there was only one time where sheâ€™d been able to take a seat. There were no breaks and people kept coming in and it was only around four pm. Whoever said working at a bar, a small low key bar, would be easy should be punched really hard in the face. Her hands were sore from letting out as much electricity as she could as she worked on the jukebox, fixed the TV, and had to work on the computer in the back. Honestly the computer in back had to be the easiest thing sheâ€™d done since she got there, and she got to sit down.  By the time the place was about ready to go into full swing she caught wind of something on the TV. Something was up, she did not know what but there were things happening all over the city that the hunters had been unaware of while they did their orientation ceremony thing.<br/><br/>Grumbling she called to the back to let her boss know she had to go for a bit and quickly ran out the door before he could protest. She normally loved to work, it was a way for her to release, and even relax from time to time. What sheâ€™d forgotten however was the fact she hated working with new recruits and when it got really busy the drunken hands on her. It was bad enough when the guys did it but when the girls got hammered, it was enough to get her tempted to punch the lot of them. she had to say the worst thing she had done was some verbal abuse, other than that they pretty much didnâ€™t get anything out of her other than a smile and or a glare that told them to back off.<br/><br/>Most of the time it worked but there were occasions when she would have to kindly ask them to leave her alone but there was usually an under tone of threats to their health if they didnâ€™t stop. It only got worse when she would do tricks with the bottles, twirling them, flipping them, tossing them from one hand to the other behind her back. Then things got crazy, cheering and a few grabby hands. At one point during those nights her manager would have to bring in bouncers to calm the crowed a bit. A sigh and she was free of the heat, ruckus and mayhem of the bar. Once on the street she chose a direction and went there.<br/><br/>A shadow caught her attention and she instantly froze, opening up all her senses in the hope she would be able to determine what was going on. It never really worked despite her best efforts. The shadow drew closer and she held out her right hand and was about to send out a burst of energy when the thing meowed at her. She let out a sigh of relief and said, â€œSnickers, donâ€™t do that.â€ Her cat came out from behind the bar and licked her paw before she ran up to Heather, leapt onto her shoulder and purred. Shaking her head at her cat she walked off and went in search of something, anything she could do about whatever was happening in the city.   There had been a freak tornado, or strong winds, or something like that and as she walked thereâ€™d been talk of an explosion at the bridge. Deciding that would be the best place to start she headed off and plunged her hands deep in her pockets. It was probably nothing but she wanted to be sure.