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

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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.

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"We can all be insects." Kate laughs because she's picturing Winter as a fly. He already has the goggles! "That way if we turn into our costumes we can fly away." It's a win-win solution.

"Oh! I know. We have a pool party. Make all the boys really jealous that they can't come." Kate laughs again because no one had been turned away not even Malcolm Bright and speaking of Malcolm.

"Oh my Gods. Yelena. I nearly forgot. I have something important to tell you but you can't tell Winter. Okay." She clears her throat because this is serious even if what Malcolm had told her is laughable. It's really very silly. "Malcolm Bright thinks Winter has a crush on you."

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"We will have to get..." she pauses, brow furrowing slightly as she gropes for the correct word. "Floating things. To sit on."

And then the humour flickers and fades, and she utters a low groan of disgust. "Malcolm Bright is a fool. We should feed him to the next terrible thing that comes along as a distraction."

That's probably not a serious suggestion.

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"Yes, an those little umbrellas that you put in drinks. You know, to make it really festive." They could even have beach balls to bounce around.

She nods her head at Yelena. Maybe it isn't a serious suggestion but it's a fun one. "We should. And take photos. Or maybe just smack him. He would deserve it." She shakes her head. "He's supposed to be this brilliant psychological profiler. Some profiler."

[musicdied]

"I don't think crushes have a profile," Yelena says. "They're just basic human sexuality."

A pause, and another groan. "If he said this to you, he is probably going to say something to Winter. This is not the kind of man who knows how to keep his mouth shut and leave other people to their business."

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"Oh but it's getters better, Yelena." Or worse, Yelena's mileage may vary on the matter. "Winter has been talking to Malcolm Bright about his feelings. Normally, I'd be pleased that he's talking to someone about them but it's Bright and he's the worst."

Every single time she might consider Malcolm Bright a friend they have a tiff. Or he says something dumb.

[musicdied]

Yelena abruptly stops dead in the middle of the sidewalk.

"Fuck," she says quietly. "If he abuses that, I will actually feed him to something horrible."

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Yelena stops but Kate isn't so quick to catch on. She nearly stumbles but it doesn't seem to bother her. (She's drunk.) "Oh my God, Yelena. I will totally help you feed him to something awful. Or provide an alibi. Oh. Both. Both is good."