Rose finally looked up to see what she could see. After all this was the first time in a bar. As she looked about she saw mostly men in there. She only hoped that none would hit on her. Most look like they were of the low class or just plain drunks. Over in one corner she saw a billiard or pool table. She could never tell the difference. Back when she was in college she watched some students play but she didn't see any sense in the game. Why would she want to hit one ball to hit another ball into a certain hole. She never did figure out the trick shots. One guy tried to explain it to her once. It was all about some kind of number system that was on the sides of the table. He finally gave up trying to teach her how to play.<br/><br/>She looked towards the door again debating about getting that coffee or leaving when a guy came up to her.<br/>â€œWhat'll ya have miss?â€ the man asked in a slow drawl.<br/><br/>â€œIs there a Joe here?â€ Rose asked in a low voice.<br/>â€œThat's me, miss.â€ was the response.<br/>Rose opened her purse and took out a napkin and pushed it towards Joe.<br/><br/>â€œThat sister of mine sent you, huh? Yeah, I know the one she is talking about. Have you ever drank alcohol, miss?â€ Joe asked.<br/><br/>Rose shook her then spoke harshly.<br/>â€œI have a horrible sore throat and I think I am getting something that is not at all nice. Is there some where here where it is more quiet? My head is pounding.....â€<br/><br/>â€œSorry but no. Perhaps you should drink it and go home to bed. Are you driving?â€ Joe asked.<br/>â€œNo. I'll take a taxi home.â€ Rose said in a miserable voice.<br/>Joe just nodded.<br/><br/>Once Joe made the coffee, he placed it in front of Rose.<br/>â€œWhat's your name, Missy?â€ he asked.<br/>â€œRose.â€ was the simple reply as she put her cold hands around the cup. She inhaled the aroma of a freshly brewed coffee.<br/>â€œPut your address here and I'll get you a good cabbie when you are ready.â€ Joe spoke.<br/>Rose jotted down her address without thinking twice.<br/>Her head was now pounding even harder. She then sipped at the coffee, ignoring the people around her. The noise was beginning to become unbearable. It seemed like it was getting louder in the bar. She looked about to see that people were getting more blurry. Her fever must be getting higher. She needed to get home. She stood up and everything swirled about her.  She stumbled a few steps before collapsing onto the floor in a heap.<br/><br/>Her last thoughts was about Spooky. Who was going to take care of her little kitten now?