The wooden door also took her somewhere quite unexpected.  Or, rather, somewhere impossible.<br/><br/>On the other side, she found herself in a bar--crowded, busy, and surrounded by people who didn't spend a lot of time gawking and gawping at her in lieu of enjoying their drinks to the live band currently working their way through a cover of Paint It Black.  (Considering that the band consisted of three women, one with a bunny-ear headband, one with a peculiar top hat, and one with a cat-ear headband who grinned the whole time she was drumming, they were doing a fairly good job of it.)<br/><br/>There was no way this place could have been right next to the arena door.  And yet, here she was, being lightly jostled by people milling about, entering, leaving, accosting the waitress...  Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a come-hither wave from the bartender.  He gave her a professionally appropriate grin.<br/><br/>"New in town, are you?  How about a nice, complimentary cup of very strong coffee to help you adjust?"