Who: Cordelia Chase and OTA Where: Mystic Grill What: Not where she left off
She had to go, she knew that. Oh she hated it, but she knew it. She had one chance and she'd used it. There was no point in a bunch of what if's. Whining about what could have happened and what wasnt' fair was a cry-Buffy thing. Not a Cordelia thing. So she left the office, fully expecting. . .
Well she wasn't sure. A bright light to take her over, to show up back in between with the PTB, maybe to just blink out of existence. What she had not expected was to walk through a door and be in some sort of restaurant. She glanced behind her and sure enough, she'd just left a ladies room. With a frown she sighed. "Oh of course. A bathroom, very funny."
Muttering to herself, and still wearing the same dark slacks and dress shirt from Angel's office, she headed out. No, it wasn't exactly a restaurant. More like a bar. It was rather empty, well it was completely empty. The chairs were down and she was pretty sure if the place was closed they would be up on tables. It seemed bright, the wood buffed to a shine and no cobwebs so it wasn't abandoned. At least not recently. She moved behind the bar, "Fully stocked, well that means someone will be around soon enough right? Oh great, I'm talking to myself!"
Grabbing a glass, she thought twice about it and set it back down.