Who: Anne Bonney & Erik Northman Where: Club 13 in good old New York, New York. When: Sunday night, prime-time. Why: Anne likes dropping in on old friends. Warnings: He's a vampire, she's a pirate, they'll probably be talking about the good old days. (That's a 'yes')
Anne had found the place easily enough, one of those sixth sense kind of things she had. She'd been rather at a loss since Jack and Bill had gotten swept away again, leaving her the last of the old gang. Not that she minded, as such, she'd held that position before, she was fairly sure she'd hold it again before things were over.
Then Erik had dropped in, and she figured she'd be remiss if she didn't pay an old friend a visit at least once to make sure he was settling in alright. She hadn't dressed up for the occasion, not really, but she had come from work, which meant she was a little more classy than she was at home. At that particular moment she was perched at the bar, making friends with the tender, she figured if Erik didn't come say hello himself, she'd go find him.