"Okay Rosie, I'll see you later." As Lola hung up, she was distracted by a loud cracking noise that broke through the darkness of the night. It was a noise which she had heard before. However, she'd only ever heard it when one of the horses had to be put to sleep back on the farm. She was under no illusion of what had just happened to the dude on the floor. Too scared to look at, or even hear the events that were now unfolding, she ducked back in to the bar, and leant against the door more than a little bit breathless.

After a few moments composing herself, a quick scan of the room located Jess, and a few of their male pals that had finally caught up with them. Jess was of course half way down one of their throats. Forcing a smile, and a light hearted persona that she certainly didn't feel, Lola rejoined the group. Tom, one of her all time best friends started to goof around and mess with her grass skirt, which was a welcome distraction to the painful knot that had now formed in the pit of her stomach.

Mind reeling, Lola couldnt focus. How can she have just seen that? Why did she have to go outside? Why did she always end up in these messy situations?! Her mother was right, the city was a bad idea. Excusing herself from the group, she headed to the bar. This problem certainly required more alcohol. 

What should she do? God, she couldn't tell anyone. Rubbing her head subconsciously, she flinched as she thought of it happening to her. Maybe if she left now, she could disappear before anyone really knew she'd gone...that was it! That's what she'd do. Sliding back her vodka shot, she grabbed her hoody and made for the door.

[i]Head down and walk, do not look up, just walk..[/i]