WHO Miri and Steve; Fenris later WHEN Sunday, 4/29, Night WHERE Club Midnight WHAT Miri needs a drink, Steve promised a good one. A certain wolf just so happens to work there.
A club was the last place Miri needed to be. Maybe it was the first. Dancing, drinks, people. That was a good enough distraction. Miri didn't like going out alone, since she was a social creature, but the promise of someone at the bar she could meet was good enough to get her out of her sulk. She hadn't talked to anyone for days, though her store had been open. She'd been nice enough to her clients, because she'd had to be, but she wasn't feeling it.
She still couldn't help but let Bast influence what she wore. The goddess had good taste. She took a cab to the club, shelled out the cash, and then stepped up to the line. The bouncer let her in after a tiny wait behind some more single girls, and she made her way in.
It was a really nice club, she had to give Steve that. Upscale was a good word for it. She made a beeline for the bar and caught the bartenders attention, trying a smile. "Hey, I'm looking for Steve?" she asked, before the guy gestured down towards a brown haired guy at the end. Of course he'd have to be good looking. Bast perked up and Miri nearly snarled at her. Down. Your libido's gotten us into enough trouble!
Stepping down, she leaned against the bar and tried another smile. Her face was going to hurt by the end of the night if she smiled at everyone. "Steve? We met online. I'm the one who really needs the drink."