Simple Pleasures (open)
Between spending time with Amir, working for Bao, taking lessons from Bao and her own private obsession with her latest study topic, Middle Eastern Subcultures, it had been close to three weeks since Dana had eaten, and it was fast becoming a necessity. When she mentioned to one of the paralegals at Bao's office that she wanted a night out, he'd suggested Babylon.
The name itself suggested a den of iniquity, perfect. It would not be difficult to find a meal here. At least she hoped not. The car pulled to a stop in front of the club, with a small breath, she remembered Amir's words, 'Walk proud Dana, remember who you are.'
Stepping from the car, she smoothed the skirt of the little black dress she'd chosen for the evening. It was with another steadying breath that she walked into the club.
It was exactly as she expected, and a slow smile curled her lips. It took a strong surge of self-control to not reach up and check her up-swept hair as she moved down to the dance area. A young woman gyrated and moved around the stage in a state of almost complete undress, as Dana took a seat at the bar.
She ordered "Something pretty," before turning around to get a good look at the room around her.
((open to any, feel free to join her)
She observed before taking a long drag on the clove. The spicy sweet smoke was familiar and soothing in that familiarity.
Pak gave a short almost humorless laugh at Dana’s question. There was no way she could explain the situation.
“Oh I found someone. He tried to bite sooner than he should have.”
Sipping at her scotch Pak again berated herself for over reacting. She was going to be absolutely no use to Kem if she kept on like this. She was getting better maybe she was 80% back. At least she was semi self-sufficient again and not afraid to go out on her own any more. She was just also keeping a supply of bagged blood about and a bit jumpy when she was flying solo. Hey, it was progress.
Realizing that probably sounded a bit odd to Dana she shrugged.
“I think at heart I’m an old fashioned girl.”
"They can be a bit quick on the draw can't they?"
Dana's smile widened, "There is nothing wrong with that, in the least."
Running her fingers through the condensation on her glass, Dana shrugged. "I might say the same about myself, except I just proved that wrong."
A deep sigh lifted her chest, as she continued to play with the water on the tall glass. "I think I'm done with this place for tonight," It was too difficult to think here, and she very much needed to think. It was also too early to go to work, and she had no interest in being alone to do her thinking. She turned to Pakpao and smiled.
"Can I interest you in something much less crowded?"
She half laughed at Dana’s comment about proving the old-fashioned thing wrong.
“I think I was done before I came in.”
This had obviously been a mistake. Maybe she’d try it again some time but she was brining some one with her, probably Aishe.
She’d nodded at Dana’s pronouncement and had been prepared to have the other woman disappear. So, it was a bit of a surprise to have that offer of something less crowded. Finishing off the cigarette made a decision.
“What the hell. The night is young. What did you have in mind?”
"I was thinking about walking off this buzz in the Gardens, but there is a music festival down at the Waterfront tonight, or we could find some trouble on the Strip."
Dana stood from her stool, letting the bees dance in her head for a moment, before she smiled at Pakpao and offered her hand.
"Where would you like to go?"
Pak downed the remnants of her scotch in one swallow and quickly determined that she wasn’t buzzed.
“If you’re buzzed you’re doing better than I am.”
How she had gotten buzzed when Pak had only seen her have a glass of white wine she didn’t know. Either she had a couple with the blond or she was a total lightweight. Taking Dana’s hand, she headed them out.
“I’m driving. Can’t leave my baby here.”
She’d drop Dana back at Babylon later for her own ride but no way was she leaving her ride her. Zombies or Kem would get it, she didn’t know which was worse.
((OOC… both out with permission))