<strong>Sana Lysenko</strong><br/><strong>The Cliff House Bistro</strong><br/><strong>waiting for the others...</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Sana was dressed casually with a black blazer rolled up around the sleeves, white bikini strapped camisole with lace trim that plunged to a v-neck, a pair of faded jeans, and sneakers. It's not that she didn't like dressing up or anything, it's just that she knew all the people coming so she felt a bit more casual with them.<br/><br/>Her long dark brown hair flipped in the warm breezes blowing in off the ocean. A waiter approached.<br/><br/>He said, "Good evening, Ms Lysenko. Would you care to order from our wine menu before the other guests arrive?"<br/><br/><strong>"No, that's okay, Mayson is just in the parking lot. She'll be joining shortly. I don't want to be presumptuous and order for them.... Oh wait. Actually, I changed my mind. I'll take a Kraken Rum on ice while I wait."</strong><br/><br/>Her day had been a little hectic so she figured it might be a good idea to toss back a glass of rum before the others arrived. Although she knew them all, she didn't know them that well.<em>Maybe it's a good idea I take the edge off before anyone gets here,</em>she thought.<br/><br/>The waiter arrived back quickly with her rum. Sana was relived that it got there so quickly. She took a drink and realized it was going down smooth. One drink, then another and soon she had tossed it all back. Her head tilted to the side as she tried to look through the glass windows back into the restaurant to see if the others were arriving. Mayson had probably got stuck on a phone call.<br/><br/>Sana's pupils dilated as she felt the warmth of the rum wash over her. With shoulders relaxed now, her body eased back into the plush cushions of the chair. She smiled as warm as she felt.