Theo followed Jim obediently out of the elevator, doing a small twirl to take in the whole of the room. She grinned widely at the sight of the karaoke machine, but tempered her excitement. When she'd been told the basement bar was "weird," she'd had far different expectations, but this would do.
"Wow, Canada. They really are grabbing people from all over." She shrugged off the jacket, revealing her tattoos in all their colorful glory, and slung the coat over the bar countertop. Moving around the bar, she took her time looking over the bottles and then started purposefully selecting a few. "I," she started, putting them on the counter behind her, "was at Death Guild, a goth club in San Francisco. The DJ had just put on Combichrist's What the Fuck is Wrong With You People? for the fifth time that night because some asshole kept requesting it. I was drunk and pissed off and a very easy target, so your story sounds way better than mine. Then again, I tend to have a habit of making things easy for people.
"I'm gonna make a Sex on the Beach, if you want one. I don't know anything about good taste; I aim for things that taste good and let everyone else worry about the rest." She grabbed one glass from behind the counter, glancing at Jim with a raised brow.