Who: Ana & Callum What: Collecting the drunk wolf When: May 24th, early evening Where: Sylvan Street Grille, Danvers Warnings: TBD
Ana knew that running off when she was supposed to perform that night probably wasn't the best idea. Even though she'd arranged for her spots to be covered, she couldn't imagine Kennet would look too highly on that. Still, it was too late now, and she'd deal with the fallout later.
The walk into Danvers proper wasn't too bad, made easier by the fact that Ana was a fast runner. She probably cut her travel time by a third, only slowing to a more normal pace once she was on a public street. She got turned around a few times, trying to find the bar that Callum was at, but eventually she found the right street.
She headed inside and spotted him almost immediately, slumped in a booth looking mopey. "Oh, Lobo," she sighed, sliding into the seat across from him.