Sharon-Zari
"Excellent points, all. I wouldn't wish the kiss of death on this place. We've got to watch out for each other, after all." Sharon raised an eyebrow at her friend. "Are you name-dropping Fates, Zar?"
But then Zari had taken Sharon's drink and was working her way through the crowd to a recently opened table, and Sharon had no choice but to follow. "No, you didn't tell me that. What website? I'll have to be one of your many, many followers." She slipped onto one of the seats at the table, perching carefully on the edge. Sharon was one of those people who could name every exit around the room, every threat, every possible weapon. She had a count of how many lights were in the room, how many tables, how many employees, how many bottles behind the bar. All of it. "I'm sure you could be a jet-setting super agent if you put your mind to it." She reached for her drink to snatch it back and have another little sip, but paused with the glass half-way to her lips.
"What?" Sharon turned to look at her friend, feeling a warmth burning in her cheeks. "Who?"