Methe could be somewhat unpredictable at times. True, she liked to pull on a miniskirt and spiked heels, go down to Naxos, have drinks and lose herself in the crowd. And sometimes, a classier venue was warranted. The Diogenes Club had a different dress code, and sometimes it was nice to act like she was fancy for an evening.
The bar thrummed with immortal energy, the way it did on most nights. There was one bigger presence registering in the back of her brain, hopefully it wouldn't turn out to be someone she didn't like. (That wasn't likely though, after some wine, Methe liked almost everyone.) She swept into the room and looked around briefly before heading to the bar. Time to kick off the night.