The place was packed, which was how it was supposed to be. There were costumes everywhere... also exactly how it was supposed to be. Because it was Halloween. It was also Chicago and Americans went all crazy for the holiday. On top of that, it was Thirsty Thursday, something everyone in the American Midwest was familiar with. Professional drinkers, this lot, and Ninkasi loved them for it. Most of the costumed were immortal in some way, not just gods but nymphs and the like as well, but she was clearly allowing an occasional mortal in as well. There were rules outside to her bouncers for screening them properly.

Shortly, the specialty taps would be opened and her private brews would begin to flow. Which is what, she was sure, Kratos was hoping and/or waiting for. ( Wherever he was. )

It was a very odd feeling.

Freyja was not used to being bored. There was always something- or someone- to do. For some reason, none of the usual entertainments were very appealing. She hadn't found anyone that pulled to her, and no bar or coffee shop held any interest. She'd prowled the shops for a while, because really, who didn't like shopping? She had bought a few new things that she had sent on to her hall already, and now she just seemed to be aimlessly wandering.

( Which wasn't to say she wasn't working. )