Elaine Hood / OC / That Crazy Bar
Elaine is used to weird. She is weird. She may not look it, she may not act it, but that's only because you haven't run into her on the right time of the month (and if you do run into her -- well, hope that someone will save a prayer for you).
Elaine is used to weird. She's just not used to this kind of weird: the weird that makes her bedroom turn into a bar. It's all rather inconvenient, as she was looking forward to curling up in bed with tea and a book and a cigarette which so happens to be dangling from her mouth. She would have been a lot more fine with walking into a strange bar in her PJs if it weren't for the cigarette.
Dammit, nobody's supposed to know she smokes!
Hastily, she whips the cigarette out of her mouth and tosses it aside. Thank goodness it wasn't lit.
Now all she has to do is figure out where she is and how she got here.