OoC: If you can come up with a better name, let me know. I suck at thinking of interesting thread titles xD IC: To be honest, Wren had no idea what exactly she was doing here. It was the type of place she normally wouldn't be caught dead in - dark, cold and unnervingly suspicious. So she blamed it on the stupid club her friend had given her. The whole experience had been bizarre and a little too awkward. And to think that she had actually gone along with her. When had any of her friend's ideas worked out? Nope never. They all ended in epic fails - just like this one. Wren's teeth chattered as she walked done the road, her heels making distinct clanking noises in the night. She winced as she nearly fell over. Note to self: never ever ever wear heels. Again. She could have shifted if she wanted to, but then it would mean running the risk that someone would see her. And the fact that she would have to drive back did not help the case. She took comfort in knowing that her car was ahead. She could just make out the faded red blur that made up her battered car. Yeah, it was old - but she loved it heaps anyway. Her strides lengthened, her mood lightened at the prospect of being able to go home again. But then she heard it. The low, slurred ramblings barely audible. She stopped dead in her tracks as she saw the faint silhouette leaning against the dirty wall. It was a person! she realised with a startle.