"Sure," Luna agreed, her smile drunk and easy. Tonight felt easier, just being here. She would happily watch Merlin close up shop instead of thinking about those dickheads on Saturday night; more gladly focus on shutting down a club than think about the ways they'd grabbed her and left their bruises, and other marks she couldn't see.
She tossed the shoes from her hand onto a couch in the office. "Bye bye, dudes," she told them. Then she grinned at Merlin. "Let's go."