Who: Euterpe & Padraig When: Saturday the 2nd March Where: Padraig's apartment What: Euterpe always uses saints as her post-clubbing cool down.
"Naomhán!" Euterpe called up to the second story windows before moving forward to rap on the door. "You have to open up, because it's cold and I'm here!"
It was a Saturday night, still early enough that there was traffic passing by on the streets and that her shout wouldn't disturb the neighbours too badly. Her dress was pink and short, and she had songs spiraling around inside her head from the nightclub she'd just left, just enough vodka inside her body to make her very happy indeed.