<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img661/5305/5311d3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Bren Williams<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Windhaven’s<br/><strong>Time:</strong>A dark and stormy night.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open.<br/><br/>The front door banged open again about fifteen minutes later to admit a sopping wet dark-haired female.  Bren tried to keep the water on the tiled area by the door as she took off her jacket and hung it on the coat hook near the umbrella stand.  She made a beeline for the restroom so she could wring out her hair and at least towel it off a bit, on the way noting the other women in the bar.<br/><br/>Five minutes later Bren emerged, slightly less sodden, and took a stool at the bar so her back could be to the lovely warm fireplace.<br/><br/>"Hi, Penny.  Damn that's a cold rain.  Can I get a hot chocolate and an order of cheese fries please?"<br/><br/>Warm drink, warm food, warm dry room.  All good.