Vashtai was worn out. She had missed so much time. She yawned, walking much slower than she normally did. She pushed the door open with a slight bang and almost tripped as she walked down the steps. Clusmey espically for her. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand and walked over to the counter to grab something to wake her up. She picked up a bottle of vodka and opened it, drinking straight from it. She welcomed the warmpth that embraced her after that first sip and shook her head to try to get the fuzzies out of it. She picked one of the cages to climb up into on the stage and curled up on the floor on it, leaving her legs to dangle on the outside. She started singing in her natural voice and not bothering with the synthizer.