Sookie was not much of a drinker, but after five years of working in a bar, she felt more at home on one than most other places. Bars were simple places, yet incredibly complex. Most people were there for the same reasons : loneliness, stress, and the need to not feel. Right now, Sookie didn't want to feel. She missed her friends, her brother and she missed her bed.
She took a deep breath and walked down the street to one of the corner bars, taking a deep breath when she entered. The place smelled comforting. She took a seat at the bar, ordering a beer and glancing at the man next to her. She dropped her shields a bit, and noticed he didn't feel right to her. She suspected he was like her. She took a sip of her drink and made a face, "I'm still not used to this Canadian beer. I wish I could get some Abita up here," she said in her distinct north Louisiana accent.