Who: Henn and Miniver (and the snakes) Where: The Snake Pit in New Orleans, after hours When: Now-ish? Why: BECAUSE! Warnings: uh, maybe some drinking and babytalk at the snakes, can't think of anything else.
It had actually taken Henn a little closer to half an hour to actually get there, she sometimes forgot just how long goodbyes and 'I'll be back soon's could take.
The Snake Pit was a quiet enough bar even when it was open, and if it weren't for the sign over the door and the large-numbered address, it would've been near-impossible to find when it was closed, given as how it was a door between two storefronts, the bar itself taking up what had once been storage space beneath them. It was comfortably warm, thanks to needing to keep the place the right temperature for the snakes, and Henn was sitting on one of the tables, giggling at Herbie the red-tailed boa as he attempted to climb down her shirt.