Somewhere In The Streets Of Los Angeles
The woman who'd miraculously 'come back to life' a couple of days back walked calmly, every sense scouring her surroundings.
It's been millennia since she moved among a civilization like this one.
Apparently they tend to frown at the sight or smell of blood, forcing her to change her clothing. She also obtained the memories of the previous owner of this body.
Ramona Richards—the owner of her very own law firm and mother of two mini humans.
So far she'd used Ramona's body to absorb information on the planet.
Today, though… she was merely out to relish the subtle pleasures this mortal vessel had to offer her.
"One espresso martini." She announced to the bartender of a club Ramona used to frequent before she was killed. "Don't be shy with the lime."
As the bartender went ahead to make her order, she relaxed with a light breath.
At the very least, humans were decent when it came to their forms of sustenance.
Especially drinks.
