Brighid's international ID had garnered almost as much attention as her outfit: a blue-green-black pleated plaid skirt that looked amazingly like part of her school uniform - minus several inches - and a white top with spaghetti straps, along with a pristine pair of low black Chuck Taylor All Stars. A helpful soul in line had tried to convince the bouncer to let her by without a wristband since she was old enough to drink in her own country, but the large man had replied that if she wanted a drink so bad, she could go back to her own country to get it. He'd then smiled at Brighid and murmured, "No offense, sweetheart. Just doing my job." Brighid had smiled back warmly and nodded. "Sure I understand. No worries a'tall."
Once through the door, she moved to a spot near a wall to survey her options. The music was already loud and people were starting to crowd the stage area, so she decided to try the bar first. She thought she caught a glimpse of Samuel, but there were several men near him with whom he seemed to be conversing, so she passed him by, planning to say hello later. She ended up standing next to another girl at the bar with a bright wristband. After ordering a drink, remembering the bartender likely wouldn't understand if she asked for a fizzie, Brighid turned to her neighbor. She thought she might have seen something from the other girl on the building's forum, but couldn't remember her name for sure, so she decided on a different opening gambit.
"D'ya think the drinks are free for us, too, then, or just the 'grown ups'?"