9:45ish --- Cathair (And Mary, of course)
The thing she loved the most about international waters was that it meant she could drink to her heart's content. And her heart contented to have a lot of liquor at all times. After getting off work and -- well, she had told Cath that they were going to miss the open bar if he didn't get his pants on and the cuffs off (she'd been a lot faster considering she'd kind of just ditched the last of the tables).
Once she settled in at the bar, she called out, "MP! Get you're ass down here, girl!" Mae was a definite frequenter of Sing the Rage. As often as she could, she found herself down in the club, pounding on the bar. It made her surprisingly cheery, "We require Guinness!" Alright, she actually wasn't sure what Cath would like to drink tonight but if that wasn't what he wanted, too bad. That's what he was getting unless he said something else.