It was long overdue, this visit. The recent rash of murders made Beauty wary about being out at night -- and really, she was wary about it before -- but there seemed to be nothing for it. She'd not wanted to disturb Eric at his home, but she still needed to see him. And what was a better place to find him than at his business?
So it came to be that Beauty found herself in front of the building that had been Fangtasia. Now, however, it looked completely different from what she'd remembered. She walked back and forth in front of the entrance, trying to figure out where she'd gone wrong. This was surely not Eric's bar! But yet...
Approaching the entrance, she looked at the door, then backed away again. This couldn't be it... could it? Was this an aftereffect of that terrible iced tea that this place served? Sighing, she crossed her arms over her chest and then stared at the ground. She must have gotten turned around. That must be it.
Having decided, she stepped back down toward the sidewalk, where she'd retrace her steps and figure out where Fangtasia really was.