Elena and Anna
Anna was having... possibly the time of her life. Save that birthday where she and Elsa spent the entire day together playing the garden. But that was back when she was what, five? Anyway, this was definitely the best day in her recent memory. After deciding it was time to get back on the proverbial horse, and saying a few prayers that she wouldn't run into Jim while out dancing... (what were the odds?) She was picked up by the girls, made a handful of new friends, and felt like she hit it off right away with Elena, Bekah and Lexi. At least, she really hoped she had. She was the young and innocent one of the group, the one that needed cultural references and social norms to be explained so she could get the joke, and the one who completely depended on the other girls for support and guidance.
She was a puppy. A friendly, happy, excitable puppy in a short skirt and pink lip gloss.
Coming back from the bathroom, she scanned the club until she saw Elena sitting in her chair at the table. Anna came over to her, beaming. "Hey!"