Tara sank onto her futon/bed as the sun rose. She was grateful that Marie was going to run the inn today. She was beat. Never before had so many people checked into the Guest House in such rapid fire. What was odd about the new tenants was the fact that they had no move out dates. Once in a while someone would stay, thinking they could ghost hunt or were just in love with the charm and antiquity. None of these descriptions seemed to match the new tenants. Tucking her hands behind her head, Tara thought that she didn't care. In a lot of ways having steady tenants was less work. Less paper work anyway.<br/><br/>Tonight had really been fun. So much music, dancing and laughter. This was what she liked about New Orleans. The live for today. Laissez les bons temps rouler . Let the good times roll. She yawned. Well, they had rolled and now she must sleep.<br/><br/>The screensaver on her computer was the only light in the small room.It flashed from dark to light as the picture changed from vampire to werewolf. Tara smiled as she drifted off to sleep. She loved fantasy.