It was around midnight when Bai Hu walked inside Club Raven, a leather jacket on her back and dark rings under her eyes. She had spent a few useless hours trying to fall asleep in the Circle's dormitory, memories of blood, foreign sand, and her slain friends mingling together in the oppressive silence of the building. She had hoped that the quiet of the sacrosanct building would calm her demons but she found it to be too austere to be soothing. Her mind kept filling the empty moments with the phantoms of her past, and her imagination, and her blood wouldn't quiet. She was too riled to sleep and finally decided that she would need people and noise to burn the hours of the night away. So she got up, slipped into combat boots, BDU pants, a tank top and her jacket before heading into the night, her Browning keeping her company, riding behind her hip.
For a while she just drove around the city, thinking about what to do, until finally her mind settled on a place to go. She had heard a few stories about a notorious biker bar in the city and decided she would give it a try. To most people, the idea of throwing an armed vet with a troubled mind into a dangerous bar was insane, a stupid idea and a recipe for disaster, but Bai didn't see it that way. The men and women inside the Raven weren't soft. They didn't need to be babysat and they weren't blind to the place of violence in the world. They lived at the edge of society, at the brink that Bai felt herself treading on, and those were the kind of people she wanted to be around now. Ironically, after serving her country for almost seven years, she felt like she had more in common with criminals. Smiling darkly at the thought she threw a weave of protection around her, to ease her mind, and ordered a double Jack, neat, from the bar. Looking around the room she felt a bit out of place but much more comfortable than if she'd been in a nightclub or sports bar. She settled into an empty corner table where she could enjoy her drink.