WHO: Alicia and OTA WHAT: Clubbin' WHERE: A Night Club in Diagon Alley WHEN: Saturday Night
Alicia sat at the bar, sipping a bright blue drink in a martini glass. All around the walls and across the ceiling were fairy lights. The floor panels were made of thick frosted glass with twinkling lights changing colours beneath. The rest of the place was dark. The glow on the floor and the ceiling were the only things illuminating the faces on the dance floor.
Alicia sat with her drink, listening to a club remix of a Chalk on the Board song. She wore a black leather corset with a back skirt and red bangles. The corset was cut low enough in the back to show at least half of her tattoo, the list of names in memory of those who had died in the war.
A drunk thirty-something with a pitiful goatee leaned on the bar next to her. "What're those names on your back?" She looked up at him, spotting the sleazy cock of his eyebrow. This was a wizard club. If he didn't recognize at least one of those names then he wasn't someone she was even interested in talking to. How could he be that ignorant?
She got up and looked for a familiar face in the crowd, someone to use as an escape plan. "Can I buy you a drink?" he asked, ignoring the fact that she'd just obviously made a move to leave.