New Orleans Narrative

Stepping out of the bar, Liv scanned Bourbon Street and sighed heavily. The famous New Orleans tourist attraction had become party grounds for the various drunks who now walked back and forth. She hated this place at night, it was like these people couldn't handle their alcohol and so they regurgitated back up to the streets of New Orleans. After which they'd continue to guzzle more of the beverage and further annoy everyone with their stupid antics. Why couldn't people just come to this city and act normal? "Gross" she whispered stepping over a pile of barf and heading in the direction of her home and shop. She had promised Luke she'd be home way earlier then 2AM but time didn't seem to matter when one was drunk off their ass and so here she was, stumbling home at 3 o'clock in the morning, hoping to avoid any trouble these idiots might cause her... Thought that was asking too much of this city and it's inhabitants. …show more content…
Not wanting to fiddle with keys in the darkness, she opted to use magic in order to unlock the shops main door. Once she heard the click, she pushed through the door and inside the stifling hot shop. Another thing she disliked about this damn city, it was like flames licked her skin where ever she went. At least Mystic Falls offered natural air air conditioning. Too drunk to care and to tired to remember, Liv had failed to close and lock the front door which meant she also failed to place the protection spell back in place. Instead she stumbled up the small staircase leading to she and Luke's apartment and headed straight for her bed.--she has no idea that in a few hours all hell would break