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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.

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More awkward dependent on which heart, but the near-universal failure of disclosure from those who learned his secrets has, by this point, lulled Chase into false security.

This is just an attractive woman coming over to tell him-

Oh.

He blinks and narrows his eyes slightly in an attempt to bring the not-quite-familiar face into the kind of hazy focus he may have had that valentine's day. Before the desert made all of that secondary in his concerns. He must have caught up with her at another point, on the network, unless he managed to give name and profession whole demanding to know why she wasn't Allison.

Either way it was unlikely to have been a first impression to outdo the second. He attempts to brush it off with a smile, unobtrusively putting his glass down.

"If we could ever coax her out for office drinks, nobody would have to disturb her neighbours." A glossy little lie.

"Sorry about that."