Mustang wandered into the bar, her steel heeled stilettos, clacking on the floor as she entered. She threw an impervious look at the man demanding a drink from Hagar.
She moved to draping an arm around Lot. "What am I missin'?" She drawled, eyeing the patrons. "Isn't it meant to be Christmas or somethin'...It's meant to mean goodwill towards everyone" She glared at Mouse.