Watchful Eye

Spirit Walker Monroe hated bars, but had nowhere else to go, so she sat in her corner and sipped the cold beer she had gotten. It was bitter tasting, like all alcohol, but she needed something to relax all the tension in her body and that would only take a single beer. She never drank more than one, after all.

She noticed two men talking, eyes narrowing on them. One looked both high and drunk while the other just seemed calm and rather pleased with himself. If they noticed her watching, she gave little care. Most people ignored her anyway all because of what she was.

Tugging at one of her long braids nervously, she kept watching and listening. Something about a phone number already being in a phone. What she wouldn't give to have a phone for her own so she call back home. Not thatbshe would get an answer, though. The family had disowned her the day she left home.

She was just a stranger to everyone now.

Setting her beer down on the table, spirit tried to get a bit more comfortable, but bar seats were never good for that. Instead, she just leaned back and kept watching the two men.