Ruby would've bet this guy's entire net worth that her first day had been a lot more trying, but she gave him a sympathetic nod. "I'll bet," she told him. They both entered the night club, where thumping bass and deliberately pumped oxygen cooled the air and made patrons less tired and drink-ready.
She liked the darker atmosphere of this place for a number of reasons. She'd had enough of the dive bars and failing hotel watering holes Sam found himself gravitating around.
"So tell me about your trying day," she started, hips winding up to settle on a black leather barstool, though her eyes didn't wander from Anders face. "Before you popped up in the woods like the rest of us."