Nadine | Evan, Midnight
Oh dear God. Nadine frowned deeply for a moment, a surreptitious glance over at him meant to discern whether or not he was lying or not gave her practically nothing. She chugged the rest of her drink, because apparently it was about to be a really long night. When Evan was dropped on her she assumed she'd have to do some teaching, and she was fine with that, but she didn't know it would extend to the most basic lessons. Like how to have fun in a non sexual way? Someone should have taught him that ages ago.
"I wouldn't let the owner hear you say that," she said, setting her empty glass on the bar behind her. "Places like this are like a second home to some people, and the patrons and owners alike are usually pretty proud of the establishments. There's a sense of family and loyalty." She and her friends in San Francisco had a couple haunts like this, and she tended to prefer them to anything pretentious. Unless there was dancing. Then all bets were off.
"I guess that's a start? I'd say you could count that as a hobby." She wouldn't, personally, but she also hated running. There were better ways of getting your cardio in.