Fred was late to the party it seemed. She was a little surprised to see Dean and Sam leaving, but she didn't know who had been invited. She was pretty sure Dinah had said something about a girls' night out. Well, maybe they were the boys who turned a slumber party into a real party, the kind of party Fred had never really been to. She tried to catch the Winchester boys' attention, but it seemed that it wasn't the night for that. Dean looked really pissed. Sam looked concerned.
She'd gotten a little dressed up. She'd even done something with her hair again. That's what gals did on girls' night out after all. She wasn't scantily clad; Fred really didn't have much in the way of scantily clad, yet she did have some tighter clothes and maybe a few things that were sheer.
Fred stepped into the club, and recognized Harry right off. Who wouldn't? She chewed on her lip a little; maybe she'd misunderstood. Maybe it wasn't' a girls' night out. She wasn't too far away, but she wasn't sure that she should stay. Oliver Queen, she knew who he was from the pictures/files, was there and looked to have a date, too. Yes, maybe she should go.