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[othersdie]

Who: Everyone!
What: Drinking!
When: March 3rd
Where: The Blue Light
Rating: Let's say R (I'll edit if... things happen)

Note(s): Party time!  Tag all over the place, threadjack, make new friends, forget new drinking buddies--have fun!


There are a number of bars in the City.  The Blue Light is one of the busier ones and, on the weekends, it's at its busiest. 

This Saturday is no exception.  Drinking, dancing, flirting--if it's legal, it's happening (and if it's questionably legal, it's probably happening more discretely; this is one of the nicer bars the City has to offer, after all).  Whether you're a social drinker on a night out with your friends, a hardcore partier who habitually clears your Sunday schedule, or just there to drink the last of the desert away, you'll be in good company.

Comments

[intheblanks]

Well, there are things she's not telling, too.

"You're on her stool," the way he says this it could almost be true. "I'm sure now she's seen you she'll be too intimidated to come back."

This is an unusual thing. Just the at the right point at the end of the right day after enough drink (but not too much) to catch him easygoing, in a good mood.

[synanthrope]

Saya takes a sip of her tonic water - it doesn't help the hunger, the one that has been building for a month, and didn't abate when she got back and her sylie was gone - and nods.

"Well, she probably doesn't have shoes as fantastic as mine anyway."

It's hard to tell if she understands the joke or if she's being serious.

[intheblanks]

He has to look, of course. Has to lean back for the full effect.

"Who does?"

[synanthrope]

They're a pair of red satin Charlotte Olympia's - they look perfect with her outfit, but mostly they're sky-high. People don't realize, most of the time, that Saya is only five-five. She looks so much taller.

"I'm sure someone tries."