<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>Heading into a bar</strong><br/><br/>Being a woman in her mid twenties  and good health opened lots of doors.  She nodded cheerfully at the bouncers, gave them a smile and a small wave and slipped inside, feeling mildly better just being off the road and out of the night.<br/><br/>A brief scan of the place, and she found a clear spot at the bar, she could almost her back to a wall, couldn't see the door directly, but there were lots and lots of reflective surfaces to show what was behind her.  "Tuna steak, grilled, grilled veggies as a side - no cauliflower!  Seven up to drink."  Lord a beer would be soooo gooood.  But she was still a tad fuzzy from the Mickey Finn Mari had injected her with, no no.<br/><br/>Ambrosia.  The gods of Olympus never ate better.  She wolfed it down, utterly intent on her meal.<br/>