The strange, modern design of the booth was only mildly uncomfortable with it’s light up, color-changing plastic and smooth straight table. Dorothy leaned her head against the wall and sighed with relief at it’s coolness against her flaming skin.

“Dorothy?” the voice was back again, “Here, Dorothy, this’ll make you feel better. She wiped the back of her hand across her brow and blinked several times to bring the world into bleary focus.

A muscular man was perched across the table from her, looking as though he had other things to do. His thick fingers held out a glass of something that Dorothy wasn’t sure she was steady enough to hold. But she reached for it anyway.

“Thank you,” she managed in a dry whisper. The man peered at her worriedly for a moment before he pecked her on the cheek and walked away. Lifting the glass to her lips, Dorothy tasted some sort of unfamiliar drink and drained the entire thing as quicky as possible. An amazing tingling feeling was beginning to spread through her body.