Oh, yes, it's Ladies' Night. And the feeling's right...

[bossyboiler]

Who: The Ladies (featuring Winter)
When: Tuesday Night
Where: Starting out a bar named TWenty-One and Cup and from there, who knows!?!
Summary: All of the girls have been invited. Now it's time for the Ladies enjoy a much needed night on the town. DRINKING GAME ALERT! Spot Winter, take a shot.
Notes: This is a mix and mingle style log. Post your own top-level, respond to others.
Warnings: N/A at the moment, will update if needed.


There's a new bar in Gloucester and the imported ladies mean to make the most of its first Ladies Night. Twenty-One and Cup promises half-off all pun-inspired drinks and shots are buy two, get one free. There are plenty of pun-inspired drinks such as Cinnamon Toast Punch, Tequila Mockingbird and Sauvignon Private Ryan. The puns don't stop there. Puns adore the various artwork surrounding the bar.

The rest of the bar's décor is casual. There are fairy lights that decorate the ceiling with a large disco ball in the center of the room that's meant to serve as the dance floor. Seating comes mostly in the form of tables but in the various corners there are booths to sit in. There are a smattering of couches here and there.

There's no need to worry about a designated driver. They all had to take the bus.

All signs point towards that it should be a fun evening for all though some may hate themselves in the morning.

Comments

[abrightboy]

"We've all felt pushed here in weird ways. Ways we can't explain. Ways that made sense in our heads when they happened," Malcolm points out. "The snow could have brought something with it."

[henchgal]

"And it could have..." She stops herself, frowning. "Yeah, yeah, you're probably right. Sorry."

[abrightboy]

"You don't have to apologize; I'm just guessing. Well. Theorizing, I guess. It could have what?" he asks.

[henchgal]

"The...the last person I talked to before I lost it. Was Jeff. He seemed antsy. Nervous. I don't even remember what we talked about, but I remember the look on his face, like..."

She pauses, and glances sidelong at Malcolm. "Desperation. Need."

[abrightboy]

"Do you think he hurt you?" Malcolm asks bluntly.

[henchgal]

"I don't know for sure."

But it's possible enough to be worth raising as a possibility.

[abrightboy]

"Is there a way to find out? Some kind of... magical forensic evidence? Some... trace on you or in you?" Malcolm asks. It's not his area of expertise, but it has to be somebody's at ADI.

[henchgal]

"I tried to ask Jeff about it."

She pulls out her phone, thumbing the screen, then passes it over so Malcolm can read what happened.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm reads the messages, then hands her back the phone.

“I’ll talk to him,” he says. “I don’t know what we’re going to do if he really does slip away.”

[henchgal]

"Protect Tim's heart as well as we can, for one. The rest, I don't know either." Meredith tucks her phone back away, sighing.

[abrightboy]

“Have you told Tim?” Malcolm asks.

[henchgal]

"No. Not yet. You're the first person I'm telling. I wasn't sure...you know." If it's a good idea, telling Tim.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm nods grimly.

"He should know," he says. "If Neal attacked you, I'd want to know."