April 23rd, 2026.

Bars were not Saraya's scene anymore. She was nearly eight years clean and sober, partying was not her thing. But, it was girls night out and her friends for LA were in for the week. Why not explore the downtown scene?

She fixed the cowboy hat on her head as they walked into the bar, her arms wrapped around her girlfriends, as they all laugh about a joke made in the cab. "Can you guys get me a mocktail? Don't care what, just nothing sour please. I'll secure us a table!" Saraya laughs parting from the group, heading towards the stage where live music is played.