Feeling tired and miserable and not really wanting to go home yet, Jazz climbed out of her cab (a clue to how down she was really feeling as she often walked home on nice nights) and looked up at the great, towering apartment building. She wasn't ready to face it again just yet, she didn't want to go back to her empty apartment and spent a long night thinking about things she just couldn't seem to let go....
So she turned and headed toward the Lamb, still in the skirt, blouse and jacket combo she'd worn to work. As she walked, eyes on the ground a foot or so in front of her, she pulled the pins from her hair and let it fall haphazardly around her shoulders.
She could almost taste a soothing, cold beer already.