Monday: February 4, 2009
Who: Jordan Bennet - Open
What: Having a drink
Where: The bar
When: Evening



It had been a very long set of weeks, and too many bodies were piling into the mausoleum as far as Jordan was concerned. Every time, she just looked at the bodies' she felt some sort of disgust, and a sense of time gone horribly wrong. It was odd to look at an empty shell, but it was something she was used to by now. She didn't look at them in the same way that she looked at a dead djinn, she didn't really get the whole human thing. And that's what everyone else was, no matter what race they were. They weren't djinn, that was their race, and therefore she was above them in a way. But it didn't mean that she didn't respect the dead. That was something that she was taught at a very early age. Always to have respect for the dead, and that's what she did.

But what she needed was a drink, a really big drink. It had been a long day, though she wasn't feeling particularly angry. Just tired. After she ordered a very large long island iced tea (the only good things that came out of the human world was alcohol as far as she was concerned) she sat back with it and began to drink. Maybe if she was really lucky, this next week would have significantly less dead people that she'd have to deal with.

Probably not.

But maybe.