Eyes of a Mule

Lochlan heads down the road with her hands in her pockets. Her mind isn’t racing as much as it usually is. All on her mind now is the cash left in her wallet and the price of a long island iced tea. She heads up to the entrance and peers into a busy and dim bar. She heads past groups of people chatting and laughing boisterously as her ears fold back. She heads up to an empty bar stool as a nonferal mule from behind the counter looks in her direction. She takes out an ID and holds it out to him as he checks the age and hands it back, “What will it be?”
“Long island iced tea, no lemon.”
The mule nods as he resumes working. Lochlan folds her arms on the counter as the roaring sounds of the bar take over her ears. Her thoughts are clouded by the constant chatter as she grumbles to herself. It starts to feel as if every noise was hitting a pitch that was eating away at her ear drums.

Just as she’s lost track of time, she sees the drink being set in front of her. She jolts a bit while quickly taking out a bit of cash and handing it over to the bartender. She takes a large sip of the drink in hopes it could somehow muffle all of the chaos around her. Her eyes suddenly widen however as instead of tasting sweet tea, she tasted something with a more orange flavor. She stops and sets the glass down to take a better look to find the tea looks normal. She wipes the residue of the drink from her mouth and looks at her arm to see her vision quickly distorting.

As she connects the dots she looks up from the counter to see the bartender watching her. His gaze was familiar, like that of inspecting an insect. A look she’s gotten countless times while working for Hoax. She mutters to herself while quickly trying to get up from the bar stool, “Fuck-” Stumbling back her sense of gravity is destroyed, the blurred crowd around her only makes things worse as she suddenly feels both of her arms being pulls her her legs dragging on the ground. The visuals of the busy bar have distorted and meshed into seeing a pair of boots on either side of her walking as she’s being taken away. Her eyes drift closed despite her efforts and she passes out. Though for her there will be no rest.