Who: Lucy and Justice When: Sunday around 8pm What: Hanging out at the bar Where: The Cellar Rating: TBD, probably lowish or rated for language Status: complete
Lou’d worked the morning so she was able to cut out from the dinner shift to go home, shower, and change into something that was a little more appropriate for going out. In a pair of fitted dark-wash jeans and a satiny cranberry red blouse that’s draping neckline plunged lower than she could have gotten away at work, she felt almost human again. Of course, given the local law’s attitudes towards keeping warm, she’d put on a heavy coat over it all. At least she was dressed like she had the confidence to go out, which half fooled her into believing she was. It was that that got her through the door. The past week’s focus on everything she’d learned in her self-defense classes didn’t hurt either.
Sundays were her Friday and Saturday nights rolled into one. She loved her job, but sometimes the hours sucked. Pretty much all the time. But she wasn’t here tonight to complain. She was here to get out a little and enjoy herself. The Cellar was the preference over The Experience for the familiar faces and safety it afforded. Not that any place was free of risk, but Justice would never allow some of the stuff that happened pretty openly at the other location.
Lou headed through the doors and to the bar. She wasn’t in the mood to sit in a quiet corner, but sitting was definitely on the agenda. Long hours of waitressing were murder on the feet. Despite the dressier outfit she sported, her shoes were flats. She wasn’t insane. There was only so much she would ever give to fashion. Her hair swung down free, gently swaying as she moved to a seat at the bar. She smiled and said a soft, “hey” as a greeting.