"It's more my taste than the Ice Room that's for sure." Heather definitely dug the honkytonk sort of joints better than the pulsing throbbing night club.
"Yeah, it does help a little, unless you wanna beat things with your fists. I just... Didn't want to take my anger out on Tony." She also didn't want Tony to try to beat Robin up again either. And most of her friends were all tied into one.
Glancing back at the stage, she offered a faint smile. "I don't know I'm feeling the urge to scream out some death metal lyrics. Not sure that would go over well." Not that she was refusing the idea just... pondering it.