Drinking was not her scene really. If she drank, she would lose control over her emotions that she worked so hard to keep in check, and then they'd all be buried under a collapsing building. Talk about crashing a party. However, getting away from work, a crowed of relaxed people, a little fun, that did sound appealing, even if she wouldn't be drinking anything with actual alcohol in it.
A small smile came to her face when she found herself outside the club she had been told to go to. Well, this was going to be amusing. A whole lot of drunk you people was always a good way to make her laugh. Dressed in a pair of dark skinny jeans, the ends were tucked into a pair of black leather boots that went half way up her calf, and and a modest two inch heal on them. A white halter top that tied around her neck and had a low cut back was her chosen top for the night. Blond hair had a slight curl to it, and for the most part she looked like most of the other girls in the club.
Inside, she looked around, standing on her tip toes to be able to see over some of the heads. Amara began pushing her way though groups of people, trying to find John, Rogue or Pietro, one of them, if not all of them had to be there already. She didn't know how long she was looking, but eventually she found them, the annoyed scowl that had been on her face from not finding them melted away. She was clearly the odd one out in dress attire for the evening, but that didn't bother her in the least bit. Amara enjoyed getting dressed up, especially in American fashion, it was so much more interesting than what she had dressed in all of her life.
She arrived to find them all doing shots, and Amara just shook her head, looking amused. "I hope you three are amusing drunks, I need to be entertained."