Finally. Finally Dov was going out. He'd been in California for how-fucking-long now? He didn't even remember, but what he did know was that it was way too long since he'd had any real fun. His goal for the night? Wake up in the morning somewhere that wasn't home. Er... Whatever he'd call Elias' couch. Not exactly home, but it was good enough for now. In any case, he needed to end up somewhere else. Maybe that wasn't a good goal, but it seemed pretty damn good to him.
The place was called CASKET. Dov's first guess was that it was some kind of goth-y place - who else would name a place that, right? Free drinks were free drinks, though, and hey, he could appreciate a place like that once in a while, especially after as long a drought as this one.
Hands stuffed into the pockets of his leather jacket, Dov entered the club after a lengthy ordeal at the door regarding the authenticity of his ID. He was twenty-one, dammit, he'd thrown out his fake one months ago! To his surprise, the place wasn't full of goths at all. Thankfully. He would've stuck out like a sore thumb, eyeliner far from a look he ever rocked. Well. Once or twice. Did it count if it went on after he got drunk?
Immediately he headed to the bar, getting a beer to start himself off. From there, though, he noticed someone he hadn't exactly expected to see. Charlie? Without thinking, he waved her over, more out of curiosity than anything. Maybe she was cool or something, who knows?