WHO: Rowan Bergeron, anyone who happens to be/could happen to be at Club Strangelove. WHAT: Rowan attempts start the moving on process that she keeps stalling out on. And attempts to have fun. And to stay at the bar the whole time she's there. Other things will be added later. WHERE: Club Strangelove, District 0 WHEN: Friday, July 24 RATING: Um. Let's start with PG-13 based solely on the fact that it's a pleasure club.
Rowan had heard about Club Strangelove, but she'd never managed to get up enough nerve to go before. Now she was standing inside this...pleasure palace...and wasn't exactly sure whether to try to enjoy it or to bolt out the door. No. You will stay. You will enjoy yourself. Or at least try. And they said the alcohol was good. That was a consolation, if nothing else. She made her way over to the bar.
She took a seat and ordered a vodka martini. Sipping her drink, she glanced around the place. She hadn't been out in longer than she'd probably want to admit to anyone she might meet here. They'd probably manage to figure that out on their own, though. She took a deep breath and began mentally running through her options for the night.