An invitation to go drinking with one of the younger music Gods was not something Blues had expected, though considering his dealings with Indie he had learned to stop having expectations. Admittedly, Metal wasn't exactly someone he had assumed would have any interest in him or his craft, so he was intrigued by her continued contact. Besides, a drink was a drink, and it sounded like the girl knew how to put away nearly as much as he did.
Running late as he had to find a ride there, Blues ambled into the club running one hand through his unruly hair as he twirled his fedora on one finger. He glanced around, looking for the goddess who had invited him out, and made his way over to where she was sitting. Dressed casually in a black t-shirt under a blue-grey buttondown and black pinstripe slacks, he instantly felt at home. He wasn't sure why she had chosen this venue but he appreciated it.
Taking a seat, he nodded slightly as he waited for a glass to magically appear in front of him. "Evening, to what do I owe the pleasure? Simple boredom, or thought you might try an older crowd for the night?" His eyes twinkled with amusement as he waited for her answer.