Anita blinked rapidly as she found herself in the middle of a damn sunny field. This was not where she wanted to end up. Drinking in a bar was where she wanted to end up.
The City, obviously, had Other Plans.
At least food was provided. If there was one thing she had learned in college , it was that any event where there was free food was worth attending. The intervening years hadn't changed that at all.
The Executioner grabbed a cold beer out of a cooler that lay on the ground near a table full of fruit platters, condensation dripping onto her beat-up biker boots. She used her key chain to pop open the top and took a long swallow, looking around.
It would be nice if someone, anyone, she knew would show up. Solitude was no longer a comfort to her but a reminder of all those who used to surround her, now going on without her somewhere outside the confines of the City.