Who: Annie and LJ What: Who're you? Oh whatever, let's have fun. When: Evening, Wednesday January 21st Where: The Rails Warnings: PG (Just in case) Status: Ongoing
Was there anything wrong with checking out the competition on a night off? Not in Annie's book. In an outfit that didn't scream "molest me" but was still easy to peel off if she decided that some grabby hands sounded like fun, she left her apartment. It was par the course outside; already there were loud voices and music thumping across the streets from one bar to the next and scattered bodies heading down the sidewalks. Mostly in pairs, but some alone like Annie herself. Instead of heading left towards the edges of the Rails and Pour Judgement, she headed right; deeper into the drinking territory and away from all responsibility.
Each dive had it's pull. The first she passed had great music, and nearly pulled her in. But she knew for a fact that the crowd inside was a little sleazy and the drinks were on the cheap side. And the next? Well it was playing Toby Keith. Not that she couldn't dig some country on the odd day, but definitely not tonight. No, she had her favorite. A fifteen minute walk from her apartment, which was enough of a walk to clear her head on the way back, and some time for introspection. And it had good music and a decent bar, which meant she could have some fun.
With some due caution. She'd been out several times already since her move to New Waverly, but so far she'd only been brave enough to dance. Tonight though... tonight she was going to test out a strange bar. Even if that meant sidling up next to the guy with the very snazzy looking tablet who seemed to have made a home for himself there. Stools were a rare commodity but he'd snagged one, and could have been face-planted in the tech for all that he was paying attention to the scenery around him.
One brow quirked, Annie leaned closer so she'd be audible. "Aren't there quieter places to play around with your toys?" A smirk accompanied the question.