Anita stood up slowly. No one spent that long tying their shoes, after all. Especially when they were boots that also zipped up the side.
She thought she saw a darker shadow slide back along the wall, and squinted. She could just make out what could be the outline of a body....or a figment of her over-active imagination. Maybe she just needed a drink and some sex. If only she could freaking find anything in this damn place.
Throwing caution to the wind (her favorite activity), Anita called out into the darkness at the other end of the alley.
"I'm not really in the mood for a Mexican stand-off. And yes, I can say that, I'm part Mexican. So how about we hash this out face to face, and no one gets hurt?"