Jayati was glad to be out of Summerview, and that wasn't a thought she had often. Sure, she missed travelling, but without a purpose, without a base of operations and a central goal...Well, there was that time with the Triads. No matter how modern and fancy the world got, there were always bad men who had extra cash for someone who knew how to break some bones and the lack of investment in their own lives that made it easy to use that particular skill.
So she could, in theory, flourish elsewhere, but she wouldn't feel quite so content as she did here.
But she wasn't really suited to the chaos of the last week or so. Ever since her and Nerissa had discovered that the barrier had been poisoned, the people in charge of the Sanctuary cities were wanting to talk to her. Her, and the other Guardians. It was well intentioned, but Jayati wasn't a general. She was a dragon who scorched the earth, not a lot of planning required in that. So she had been more than happy to take a night, turn off her cell phone and head down to her favorite hole in the wall biker bar in Atlantic City for a few rounds of pool. Luckily, it was early still and a Thursday night at that, so it wasn't too busy when she walked into the familiar wall of chatter and smoke. No one knew her as a Dragon, or as a Sheriff here, she was just another person in worn down leather plugging money into the jukebox and drinking beer.
Oh and kicking ass at pool, obviously. You don't get as old as you do and let children beat you at pool, clearly. That's what she was going to do anyway - and you could tell because she already had a pool cue with her, twirling it behind her back like it was a bo staff or a spear with an eerie and steady speed - talking to the bartender about his recent trip to San Francisco as she sipped at her Guiness.