House Rules (Kratos)
Ninkasi had popped in early to catch one of the dance lessons. It'd been a while since she'd done anything resembling line dancing. Aerobics was completely out of the question, but Zumba classes, she'd discovered, were very much fun. It'd been a few hours since the class had ended, but she was still there. She was going to see a particularly handsome man, with a particularly wonderful voice. She was also going to a Christian Kane concert.
It'd been quite some time since Ninkasi had a chance to hang out with Kratos. Well, that wasn't true. It'd been quite some time since she'd thought to think of hanging out with Kratos. The idea had popped into her head suddenly the other night when she was soaking up moon rays. She looked over at the empty space beside her and realized something was missing. That's why she was in the club tonight. There was a beer in her hand and she was waiting for her date to arrive.
Sitting on at the bar, she hooked the heel of her cowboy boot on the rung of stool. Her elbow was propped up on the bar behind her. She was practically buzzing with energy with the amount of alcohol that was passing between hands tonight. It wasn't just here in this particular bar, but she could draw the praise from the city itself. Most vacation spots felt like meccas to her. There was absolutely nothing like popping into one and recharging after working, what felt like, endlessly on a new brew. That was another reason she needed to see him. He needed to tell her how her new recipe tasted.
There were a lot of other reasons, but she didn't think any of them mattered so much as the need to see him again.