Re: Near the entrance.
She had been busy all day, but the night was still young. Her date with Paul had gone well, better than well actually, once they got over the initial nervousness. Cassie simply blamed the weather for that; the waves had been really choppy out of nowhere in the beginning. But once they waters calmed, so did Paul - or was it the other way around? Either way, after everything settled their day out on his boat had gone great. She had debated asking him to come out with her, but she figured she shouldn't press her luck. They worked together and lived in the same building. She wasn't about to scare him off and ask him to go out with her all the time.
So when she was reminded that there was a club nearby, she figured she'd give it a shot. She hadn't gone around the area nearly enough to be acquainted with her new city. Besides, the flier had been in her mailbox. She might as well see try to get to know her neighbors. When she entered the club she was dressed in pair of jeans, a simple and skimpy black top, a high pair of heels, and her blonde hair held loose in a low ponytail, still letting it tumble over her shoulder in waves. She paused to take in the music and the dancing and she would be enjoying it soon enough. It was obvious this wasn't quite her scene but she didn't look completely out of place - or maybe it was simply that she didn't look like she cared what anyone else thought of her.
She was about to head to the bar when she was shoulder checked by a scowling brunette, making her way past. The movement spun her around, making her bump into a blonde man with a striped shirt, just as he was coming in through the door. Cass glared at the other girl, towering above her in her heels, and muttered a few choice curses as she stomped away. She turned to the man she bumped into and gave him an embarrassed grin. "Sorry about that," she said, trying not to yell but the music made it difficult.