"Really, really excellent." Gretchen grinned, widely, thinking of the events of the other night. It was certainly better than anything that had happened last week. She allowed Tracey to hold the door, sliding into the club. Being a Tuesday night, the club wasn't as bustling as it had been the last time she'd been there. That crowded enviromenf hadn't been what she was in the mood for though, so it suited her just fine.
She crossed the room, snagging two stools at the bar and ordering a fruity concoction she normally wouldn't think twice about drinking. "So what's going on?" she asked, hoping she knew Tracey as well as she thought and that the other woman's problem wasn't a personal one.