Meanwhile at the darkest end of the bar, a new girl in town with dark auburn hair and eyes so dark brown they might've been black, sat alone, facing the crowd. Her eyes mulled back and forth over the crowd a million times as she looked at the place she would soon frequent. The downed another double shot and returned her peppermint gum back to her mouth. Whiskey and peppermint, some find it strange. Mischa calls it ideal. She leaned back comfortably as she waited on the person she was to meet tonight. Possibly a new business partner. She hoped things would go well. She wanted to return to the US. For the first time, sitting in a bar finally felt safe. And, 'God,' She thought, 'I love these accents.'