9:30ish
Molly considered herself to be following Sean's rules. She walked the hallway behind someone, shared the elevator, and was now in a very public place. No being alone. She wore part of her Delirium outfit, but skipped the hair and makeup. It was the best fit for the venue. She also had a fistful of pixisticks. Oh, she loved sugar. It made her bouncy, bouncy.
Molly sat on a barstool. She may be legal at sea, where 18 was servable and she was twenty, but she was capable of good judgment before a sugar rush. No mixing alcohol and prescriptions. Could be deadly. Dead was not something she wanted to be.
"Ginger ale Mojito all virginal was an enticement." She announced to the cheerful bar tender. She answered the woman's grin with one of her own. "Dancing helped."