Who: Eve Kelly [Catwoman] and OPEN What: Late-night drinking and entertainment When: Late Thursday night Where: Scuzzy dive-bar off the beaten track Warnings: Nope?
This one was more of the latter than the former -- far enough off the beaten-track to avoid tourists and students, the street-lamps outside were flickering if they were working at all and the window was obscured by long-faded posters for long-forgotten events. It was the place for anonymity, and with a sheaf of paperwork tucked into her bag, a signature away from being capable of buying the damn place, it was perfect.
She'd been there the better part of an hour, leaning over the pool table with a beer bottle at her side, grins and flirtatious laughter with the other players -- pocketing the bills she took from them as a win, not a steal (for now) and was buzzed as much from the music and the thrum of people - talking, smoking, flirting, being as the cheap bottled beer as Eve wove her way back to the bar, propped elbows against it and waited to be attended to. The slow prickle of restlessness under her skin was dulled a little by alcohol, relentless still but quietened -- she could prolong her enjoyment just a little before the need to be moving got too great. Whiskey would help. She lifted a finger, shimmied a little closer to the bar, bumping hips with the person next to her a little carelessly.