Laila stepped through the doors of the notorious Pit, one her more regular hangouts when she was off-duty.  At the moment, she was having an unusual lack of a ward.  It wasnâ€™t often that she had a whole blissful week to herself.  She plopped down on the stool, motioning for the bartender.  Alcohol didnâ€™t affected her kind, but she loved the bite strong whiskey had.  â€œHey, Al.  I see this place is as dirty and dreary as ever.â€  Al gave her a somber look.  Al wasnâ€™t a fan of her peculiar sense of humor.  â€œThe usual?â€ he asked.  Laila nodded.  â€œUnless you got something stronger in this place.â€  Al didnâ€™t respond, just turned and grabbed the bottle of old-fashioned whiskey and a glass.  Once Al had poured her a glass and left to grab a box of beer from the back, Laila sat slugging back the delicious amber liquid as she wondered when sheâ€™d get that inevitable summoning for her new assignment.  Her week alone had been a nice repreave from the crazy, but often amusing, people she was assigned to, but she was becoming bored, and Al was certainly no help.  She debated starting some mayhem to entertain herself as she finished her drink and motioned Al for a refill.