Tara enjoyed the Cajun music and the dancers at the Fais Do Do, her favorite bar. She tasted several special shots but especially liked the Sex on the Beach shots. Soon she was shouting and clapping to the music. The crowd was becoming bigger and more familiar as people were reluctant to brave the storm. The feature dancers were combing the crowd,  pulling out one person after another, encouraging more dancing participation.<br/><br/>Tara allowed herself to be drug to the dance floor, even though she protested along the way. The crowd was laughing genially and calling out encouraging challenges to her. In truth, she enjoyed the swinging dance that was truly Cajun in nature. Now in New Orleans, the city never slept and most bars stayed open until the wee hours of the morning so Tara noticed the crowd thinning when the sky began to show pink and gray highlights in the East. She downed her beer and ambled down the sidewalk toward her apartment.<br/><br/>In the distance, Tara could hear the wailing of sirens that seemed to go on forever. What on Earth had happened now? Another fire? A bombing? Tara shook her head, noticing the fuzziness of alcohol and sleep deprivation.