Nica headed into Avarice after a long afternoon of painting at the Sugar Shack. She'd stopped off at home to shower and change into a black minidress and heels, and picked up a poisonous-green apple martini at the bar before looking for a table. There were no tables completely open, so she paused by the nearest open seat.
"'Scuse me, I've been on my feet all day and there's no place to sit," she said to Jack, trying to speak above the music. "You mind some company?"