Tarik walked back into an empty ball room, after spending few hours in his room, and roaming around the grounds of the resort. Fresh air always gave him a new perspective, and today was a special day for him. He had been sober for so many hours after so long.<br/><br/>He looked around in the ballroom, there was no one except the lonely bar tender. The beautiful girl who had been at the bar earlier was gone. That was a long time ago, he reminded himself. He was going to walk back, when his dry throat checked him.<br/><br/>Tarik felt a little odd asking the bar tender for orange juice, but the bar tender did not seem to mind. Tarik thanked him, and looked around at the fine artwork of the ball room, while sipping it. He had plenty of time on his hands today.