Who: Elliot Monroe (Orion) and Ana DePaolo (3rd Dancing Princess) What: How about a date? Okay, sure! When: Monday night Where: A little hole-in-the-wall bar someplace. Sorta quiet, but plenty fun.
His brother and old man would be proud. Elliot had turned on the old Monroe family charm this weekend. He'd gone out to the club because he felt like having a good time out and about, but ended up with his sights set on an attractive girl who was standing around a table giggling with some friends. Why not go up and ask her to dance with him? Well, for one, it wasn't his style. Instead, Elliot had walked right up to her and started talking to her like he knew her. He asked where she'd been hiding all evening, and told her he'd been looking for her everywhere. It was a hit and miss technique, but with this girl, it had worked. She'd played along, and danced with him... and he'd gotten a number out of it. Elliot wasn't one to putter around with a phone number, either. He'd met her on Friday, called her up on Sunday afternoon, and somehow scored a date for Monday night.
Ana looked... incredible. It was always nice to be reassured that he hadn't been completely wasted at the club. He still could pick 'em, even if slightly intoxicated. She looked good in the passenger seat of his car, too. But they found a place to park not far from Harvard Square, only a short walk from Casablanca, his intended destination for the evening. He liked the place. It was a low-key watering hole that hosted live jam sessions most weeknights. A different kind of vibe from the club scene, which was what he'd been looking for. He wanted to actually get to talk to this girl.
Elliot held the door open for Ana, then followed her inside. The place was surprisingly casual, and buzzing, but not too busy. "Here we are," he said, looking around, and looking back at her. "Can I get you something to drink?"