Who: Samira and whoever stops by (Open log peoples!) Where: Snake Pit bar in New Orleans When: over plot weekend Warnings: always possible, will update with specifics as necessary.
Sami, being Sami, was keeping an eye on things, she'd noticed the sudden spike in friendliness across the bar, but figured as long as no one was actually going at it on the tables, she had no reason to break out the fire hose. She'd sent her usual bartender home to make sure that everyone was alright there, and had taken over the job herself.
Just at the moment she was leaning against the bar, chatting with one of the regulars, the rattle on her tail flicking now and again in time with the beat of the background music. She smiled up at each new comer at the top of the stairs, "What can I get you?"