It was late at night on a Monday, and usually she would've been up seven floors in Rylee's apartment, but she was still angry with him, thus ignoring his texts. And since he was being his usual self, he didn't push the subject, so nothing was settled. So here she was, stuck in her apartment, pissed off and with nothing to do. And now some guy was posting in the forum, something about free drinks at a place called CASKET - she'd seen adverts for it around town, and apparently it was a hit with everyone at Pax. Something about the owner of the club living in the building, but Charlie had never been one for details. So she decided to make it a night out - screw relationships, screw trying to keep shit together, screw everything.
She was going to get drunk. Very drunk.
After throwing on her usual outerwear (hell's angel's chick, nothing else fit her quite as well, though perhaps a touch less leather since only the jacket had once moo'd in one life or another), she called a cab and gave the driver straightforward directions to the club. Or at least as straightforward as she could make them, since the poor driver seemed to be an immigrant, and fifteen minutes of arguing with someone who barely spoke English proved to put the bar for entertainment quite high by the time she got to the damned club. It sure as hell was flashy, and not her usual kind of place - she always liked a hole in the wall, the kind of place where you went to get into fights just as much as you went to get drunk. But Charlie was always down for new experiences.
So she headed inside, unsure of who the hell had put up the forum invite in the first place; she'd figure that part out later.