After taking a bit of a hiatus from hanging out anywhere but home, Mere figured it was time to go out and try to have a good time. Of course, she still wasn't really feeling it, but she figured, hey, she could die at this great battle coming up, so maybe she needed to have a little fun before that happened.
Of course, the last thing that she expected to see was Ami sitting at the bar, plowing through some drinks. Sure, the girl had asked for a fake ID, but Mere had sort of figured it was so that she could get into more clubs, not to get wasted at one.
"Hey, Ami," Mere said, sitting down beside her at the bar. "Trying to drink all of your cares away?"