Sharon-Zari
"Not to mention having the fire marshal rock up to your opening is a social kiss of death. Having the police shut you down, on the other hand, depending on the reason, is almost a guarantee of instant success. But! Let's not tempt the Fates unless we absolutely have to. Two of them are completely catty bitches anyway. The third one's a sweetheart. Long story, but aren't they all?"
While she'd been nattering on, she'd taken Sharon's drink and was navigating a small, prime table that had just opened up. (See? Shark.) Zari stopped before sliding up on a stool to turn her heel out a bit and do her own turn. More than a few guys (and gals) were definitely watching them both from the dance floor. "Thanks, babe. I totally splurged. Did I tell you I've started a website? My follower count is climbing, and I've been using a tiny bit of lab space to work on the supplement business I had back home. I'm not sure if I can quite get to where I was before, but it's good to try at least. We can't all be jet-setting super agents."
She looked around the room, feigning innocence. "Any chance a certain Asgardian ruler might be in attendance tonight?"