[b]Beach[/b]
Wren sat on the beach side patio of Angel's Cove bar and grill, sipping a mojito that had been made with too much mint and lime to cover up the mediocre white rum the bartender had used. It was not like her to start drinking midday but she had already seen a few demons jogging the block today and needed something to take the edge off. As she looked out on the sand there seemed to still be a few supernaturals, much closer than she would have liked.