WHO: Zinda Blake and Sam Anders (if his player's interested in messing with his head!) WHERE: The Lux WHEN: Off hours, post-patrol WHAT: Taking the cylon up on his invitation RATING: 21+ for copious amounts of drinking? Nah, probably pretty safe. STATUS: In Progress.
It was kind of hard to miss Zinda Blake as she came into the Lux. She'd been by a few times now, but was nowhere near a regular yet- she tended to drift more towards the bars frequented by police and military types- her attire stood out less in those places. Clad in what looked like a mini-skirted version of Navy or Air Force dress blues, with a double-breasted, brass-buttoned tunic that she was undoing as she came inside. LA was hot. Maybe it was time to start doing the rounds in civvies.
"I'd love a beer- cold as possible," she said as she sauntered up to the bar. "Hotter'n the devil's asscrack out there," she drawled, setting her cap down on the bartop.