Who: Zinda Blake, Jack Harkness What: Drinking, talking, war stories? Whatever comes up. When: Late evening-ish Where: Pick a bar, any bar
Zinda attracted a few stares when she'd sauntered in. The uniform, for one thing, was puzzling for most. What military branch's uniform had a miniskirt, anyway? She ignored the looks, for the most part and slapped a few bills down onto the bartop, "bourbon, to start. It's been a long night, I intend on endin' it on a high note," said the blonde to the bartender.
Once she had her drink, she spun around on her bar stool, leaning back against the bar as she looked the crowd over. At least it didn't look like there was any trouble starting. Yet. There was always that 'yet' that had to be tacked on, especially in this city. Pulling her cap off and setting it down behind her, she settled in for a night that would hopefully make up for the earlier evening's troubles.