To say it's early in the morning is a bit of an understatement, and as it's still mostly dark, there's not really a whole lot going on down at the harbor. The barest of stirrings can be heard from a boat a ways down the beach, but aside from that, it is quiet. A single figure sits at the end of one of the piers, almost invisible in the dim light of a false dawn. "I have not... dammit," she protests, reaching belatedly after the bottle. "I cant -sleep-." The bartendress' hands drop heavily into her lap. "I keep seeing... stuff. I dun like it... just want it to go away..."