Jes-Ka gave one last good hard kick with her leg and the lump of snoring flesh known as Rigger rolled out of the door of the Pure Bliss. She squinted through the window at the rising sun, it’s dim twin lagging it by an hour. It had been a rough night and she was ready for it to be over.
Turning back inside, she locked the main doors and went to lift the last chairs up on the tables. She froze. A figure in black robes was standing by the bar. The room had been empty a moment before.