Who: Baily and Open
Where: Indulge (A bar ran by an Italian man.)
When: Friday Night
Baily sometimes did things completely out of left field. Tonight, one of those things was to take one of her few nights off and go to a bar across town from Avarice. Luckily, she had a nice fake I.D. from Meredith of all people, and right now was using it to have a nice glass of something alcoholic. She could never remember the name of the damn thing, though. Why did people think it was cute to name their drinks things she couldn't remember? She actually had to ask the bartender a couple of different times to remind her that it was called a White Italian. Apparently, a white Russian with Amaretto in it instead of Vodka? Whatever. It tasted good.
Still, while she had went out of her way to try a different bar, she was still doing the same thing that she usually did: people watch. She was good at blending into the scenery and glaring at anyone who dared to try and talk to her when she wasn't in the mood to talk to them. Luckily for others, though, most people tonight were interested in each other, and not her.