Re: Wash & [Open] - 9 p.m.
She'd followed her feet from the TARDIS to the Lux. Simon wouldn't be happy, knowing she'd gone from one safe strange place to another safe strange place when the second was full of all manner of dangerous oddities packed peaceably into one place. Still, that little tug had buzzed the brainpan, lifted the legs, and put a path down for her to follow. She took the long way, for lights and scenery, taking care to keep her bare feet off the places where the sidewalk crackled and tried to turn her around.
It looked like most places, with the screens and people milling this way and that in their finery and flitz. She kept her head down and brought a pair of fingers to each ear until she reached the bar. There would be no memories in the crystal displays, but River still thought to be cautious. Zoe wouldn't like bouncing her, and she liked the way she called her Honey; even if she was too old for pet names.
"Chocolate milk." She said, watching Wash from over the top of her fingertips. The rest of her was stretched between a stand and a kneel at the bar, not trusting the seat just yet.