Stacey Rivera (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pinkyink) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Laughing, Stacey told him, "I'm sure you'll find a way to get rid of once we leave." She'd sighed a little when she'd seen the outfit he'd chosen for the evening, though she did have to admit that it suited him. And he'd agreed to come with her, which she knew was probably entirely based on their friendship and no actual desire on his part to be here. With that in mind, she knew she wouldn't be giving him any grief about pretty much anything this evening.
"In a place like this, on a night like tonight? Not a chance," she confirmed, leading him towards the bar. She had no plans on drinking in excess, but that didn't mean she was going to completely abstain. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Zacharias eyeing the decorations on the walls, but she wouldn't offer an explanation without prompting, knowing that this was a topic she could go on for hours about. "Tell the nice bartender what you want to drink," she instructed when the reached the counter. "Because if you leave it to me, you will wind up with something festive."