People say that there is a certain ‘buzz’ to major cities. New York has a buzz, Los Angeles has a buzz, and so on and so forth. Someone must have thought that these bustling metropolises were so large and so busy that the people who lived there buzzed like bees in a hive, constantly working and on the move; or they thought these places were so damn annoying that its in habitants were like irritating mosquitoes in their ear, willing to suck you dry of your life force while possibly carrying something deadly.

Ashley saw the buzz as more of the latter since the asshole in front of her at Starbucks was chatting up the ditzy employee even though he already got his, ‘Inhale’: Grande, decaf, triple shot, nonfat, light whip, no foam, extra drizzle, extra hot, extra white mocha, marble mocha macchiato. ‘Inhale again.’ No, this short, balding, overweight, and tacky dressed man who was obviously married (tan line on his ring finger: dead giveaway) was holding up the whole fucking line that extended to the door so that he could try and get into the pants of the apparently aspiring actress behind the counter.

“I’ve been working in the industry for 15 years now. I’ve definitely got connections.” The smarmy bastard gloated as he leaned on the counter.

‘My foot is going to connect with your ass if you don’t move along.’ Ashley growled to herself.

The employee smiled and leaned closer. “That’s so cool.”

“Can we get a move on already? I’ve got places to be!” A guy in the back of the line shouted.

“Hold your horses buddy.” The balding man responded harshly. He turned and his attention was back on the waitress who was currently twirling some of her hair around a finger.

She knew she should keep a low profile. As far as she was aware, no one knew (aside from those in Hell) that it was her who destroyed the Beverly Center but it was a pretty big friggen consensus that all beings of an otherworldly nature were on high alert. Still, she was impatient and late and very, very annoyed.

Her eyes traveled to the blender behind the counter. An employee was mixing up some caffeinated concoction and so she formulated her devious plan.