Blissfully unaware of the fiasco happening at the Cafeteria, Gracie put in her ear rose-red earbuds in the shape of pine trees and scrolled through her phone. 

Now Playing: 

What You Otter' Know 
Artist: Finn Ottoman 

Gracie was really fond of Podcasts, she acted as though she knew the hosts and pretended that they were having a conversation with her. The particular podcast she chose was more current event driven, but the reason why she liked it was because they never covered anything 'too' violent or serious. She got enough of that in the real world, she needed a good escape. 

[color=1a7b30]"Weeeelcome listeners, and welcome to What You Otter' Know! I'm your host, Finn Ottoman! I'm here with my wonderful guest Harper! Harper here is a fellow 'Podcaster'. Tell us about yourself, Harper!" [/color]

Gracie found her way along the road where The Warren is located, this road was HECTIC at night. It was known as the University's main bar-crawling places. Gracie had only been to some of these places at night with a friend, if she would choose where to go at night instead, she'd elect to stay in. It just seemed too dangerous and overwhelming, last time she felt herself over-alert at all the party-goers, smokers, and large crowds. It was especially bad for her by The Wolf Pack.  Shuddering at the memories, Gracie turned off the podcast as she stood in front of The Warren. 

Opening the door, it was dimly lit as usual-but light enough for a herbivores to see. The dark wooden bar counter with a colorful array of bottles and beer-handles behind the counter was the first thing that would come to a visitor's attention. The cozy atmosphere would be the second attention-getter. Close booths, an area in the back for pool and darts, and when stepping out back to the patio there were plenty of places to sit as well as an outside bar.

[color=aba000]"Gracie! I didn't know a game was on! Let me get the remote!"[/color] A small voice spoke up from the bar counter. A field mouse of about 21-22 years old stood on the bar with a bright smile. When stepping closer to the bar, the visitor will notice pulley-systems in which the small bartender can pour beer and cocktails. There are other workers as well, but Gracie seemed to always catch Theodore. 

[color=ed145b]"No no--I'm not here for that today, Theodore."[/color] She laughed, [color=ed145b]"I just needed a place to clear my head..I know it's a little quiet around this time."[/color] She looked around, seeing a couple of Wildebeests playing pool in the background and a fox studying with a pint of light beer. Taking a seat at the bar, she knew having class soon she shouldn't partake. [color=ed145b]"I'm just going to go with a water and the vegetable lettuce-boats please."[/color] She tucked her feet on the bar-stool legs already feeling the most at ease since getting that weird brochure that haunted her bag. 

[color=aba000]"You got it! Be out in a jiffy!"[/color] As Theodore scurried to put the order in the register, Gracie grabbed her phone and started scrolling through any notifications.