Felicia took the offered hand, Faintly thankful that Gwen didn't hug. She wasn't huggy. Hadn't been since college, Since Ryan. Just something else the bastard had robbed her of. As a result her body language nearly mirrored Gwen's bar Felicia was standing.
She ordered a dry white wine to start. Just something to sip at and turned back to sit opposite Gwen.
"You too, Thanks for agreeing to meet, and for the drink. Now, demons, rock salt, big apartment building where everyone lives. What kind of world did I wind up in here?"