Shane got into the nearest cab heading towards the nearest bar.

"let me out here." she says after grabbing the cabbies attention.

THe driver pulled over to the side of the street and shane pulled out a balled up bill out of her pocket.

"keep it." she told him, referring to the change, not willing to wait for the cabbie to count her change. She needed a drink now and the longer she had to wait for him to get change for a fifty dollar bill, the longer she had to wait to drown her pain.

Walking through the doors and up to the bar, Shane pulls out another garbled bill and place it on the counter telling the bartender, " Jager, strait up and keep em comming."

The bartender places a napking, shot glass and a newly opened bottle of Jager in front of Shane saying," Have at it." and grabbing the crumpled up fifty from off the counter.

Shane pulls a cigarette from her front pocket, lighting it and taking a long drag before pouring and downing her first shot.

She inced ath the taste rather than the feeling of the alcohol running down her throat. She never liked the taste of black licorice. Filling up another shot, she grabs her phone and dieals a number.

"…Hello?" The voice on the other end begins.

"…hey… it’s shane.. you think you can get down to uh…" she pauses to ask the bartender, " whats the name of this place?"

"nubia." the bartender replied bluntly.

"you think you can get down to Nubia?" she ask turning her attention back to the phone. " It’s on Hollywood Blvd. and Highland."

"..Yeah, i can do that. Give me Five minutes nd ill be there."

"alright.."

"Hey Shane!" the voice on the other end calls out  before shane could hang up.

"what?" she responded impatiently

" I thought you were done with this shit?"

"Just bring me my fuckin’ shit!" she says, already fed up.

"long day huh?"

Shane let out a sigh," You dont know the half of it…"

"alright, well ill be ther in a few. Later."

 Halfway done with the Jagermeister bottle, shane sees a tall broad figure walk through the door and take a seat next to her.