Mark Sroufe

Ms. Williams

It was a night like any other night. The usual suspects filled the upscale interior of one of downtown's most prestigious bars. The Primrose: home to the Big City's elites; frequented by high profile lawyers, city officials, and wealthy business owners. Smoke from only the most expensive cigars floated around the air amongst the crowd of business suits and conversation of business and politics. Topics that wouldn't normally be discussed during the indulgence of libations if not for the fact that this elite group of people were mostly driven by money and power and therefore only had time to laugh and relax if it involved making progress in their own personal agendas. The elitist group of regulars bounced from table to table, making deals and selling ideas, preferring to wave over the waitress when it was time for another round as opposed to going to directly to the bar. Although this was the typical behavior of The Primrose's regulars, there was one particular patron who mostly kept to herself.