[Gotham was darker, drearier, and dirtier than Starling and was going to take some getting used to, but this was what she was going to call home for the foreseeable future, and Felicity figured she needed to make the best of it. And that meant making friends. So far so good.
She was dressed in the usual, upmarket, professional office wear, maybe a little darker in color than what she would normally choose, but she still stuck out like a sore thumb with her blonde hair up in it's ponytail and signature painted red lips (as if she could choose any other color). She knew enough from the short conversation who to look for when she arrived at the bar and slid onto the bar stool next to her and flagged down the bartender.] Glass of the house wine. White, please.
[She glanced at the woman next to her out of the corner of her eye, sure it was who she was here to see, but not wanting to assume.] Nice place.