Natalie Teeger / Monk / The End of the Universe
Natalie finds her way to the bar after leaving Julie with a sitter. She just needs to think--Mr. Monk was in custody this morning, an escaped prisoner by noon, and had arranged her refrigerator before her daughter had gotten home. It was just--too much. She needs a drink.
Granted, it isn't like any bar she's ever been to. She's not sure that everything here is quite--human. But screw it. She sits down at a table, too numbed to care, and waves to a rat-thing wearing an apron and orders a scotch, neat.
Granted, it isn't like any bar she's ever been to. She's not sure that everything here is quite--human. But screw it. She sits down at a table, too numbed to care, and waves to a rat-thing wearing an apron and orders a scotch, neat.