She walked across the poorly lit dance floor filled with people and managed to reach the bar at the other corner of the room. The place was like any typical club she had been to. What she noticed differently and in fact liked was the art that she could see cluttered around the room. It was almost as if the club attracted an audience especially for these alongside the music and the party.
She made a mental note of these at the back of her mind. But consciously, all Anna could muster up the energy was to go, take a seat at the bar, order herself a whiskey neat, (she was going to need something strong) and contemplate the life that had just come crashing down around her.