It wasn't okay. She was already developing hives just thinking about it. A bar? People were at bars. Annoying, loud, overbearing, LOUD people.
"Sure."
She looked around the room, wondering if the door might lock on its own and then she wouldn't have to go anywhere. She set her mirror down and blinked her eyes a few times to clear it of escaping glitter, then picked up a comb and started teasing the hell out of her hair. It went from sleek and ready for bed to something requiring hairspray. Her style was "mad meets vogue," and it worked for her.