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10:47 PM
WHO: Nica and Ami, OT anybody
WHEN: Monday night
WHERE: Avarice
Nica had made Avarice a regular habit, by now. There was a table, just about midway between the bar and the stage, that she thought of as "hers," and she tended to get annoyed if it was occupied when she arrived. When that happened, she'd usually just have a seat, anyway, and talk to the occupants until they left for privacy or bought her drinks. Either way, she won.
Tonight, her table was unoccupied, and she smiled as she boosted herself into a seat and set down her martini glass and her sketchbook.
She nodded in time to the music, looking around the room, adding a face to her book here, another there. She kept an eye out for anyone overtly supernatural, or just plain badly dressed.
WHEN: Monday night
WHERE: Avarice
Nica had made Avarice a regular habit, by now. There was a table, just about midway between the bar and the stage, that she thought of as "hers," and she tended to get annoyed if it was occupied when she arrived. When that happened, she'd usually just have a seat, anyway, and talk to the occupants until they left for privacy or bought her drinks. Either way, she won.
Tonight, her table was unoccupied, and she smiled as she boosted herself into a seat and set down her martini glass and her sketchbook.
She nodded in time to the music, looking around the room, adding a face to her book here, another there. She kept an eye out for anyone overtly supernatural, or just plain badly dressed.
mood: 
amused
amused