Fanning collars, Russian accents... they were quite a pair. Maybe it was the fire in them but they were complete and utter dorks, and well matched for a night of drunken craziness.
The bouncer looked over her ID, and then at her. Rocky merely shot him her iciest Russian gaze, which seemed to work as he let them both pass into the bar - which was rather snazzy if she did say so herself! The moment she stepped in she went directly to the bar and ordered herself a vodka and coke. That poison got her trollied pretty damn quickly.
Sipping through a straw Rocky's beady little eyes scanned the place. "So... where we gonna fall down drunk?"