>>19628083The club is lively with activity, the beat of the dance music pulsing through the hall of the club, while a medley of neon lights flash all around them. The dance floor is crowded, of course, but also near the bar are pockets of people socializing, trying to make themselves heard over the music. But for that there is also a lounge, with a few leather seats, a few gaming machines, and a lot of fancy decorative features. Beyond that, glass doors lead to the heated outdoor balcony, where other patrons overlook the city skyline while taking their drinks at small round tables that set off a neon glow.
Carmody walks to the bar with Sola, hips swaying in her elegant pink dress, then leans forward and engages the bartender with a smile. She offers her fake ID, identifying her as 24-year-old Carr Marty Jeffriesand, then opens a tab at the bar, thinks for just a bit, and gives a boring default first drink order before she can test the bartender's patience too much with indecision.
>"Could I get a Jen Bean and Diet Coke? And whatever she's having; I got the first round."Carmody nods to Sola and steps back to let her have better access to the bartender. When they've gotten their drinks, Carmody looks around at the crowd, then at Sola with a smile on her painted lips. The blue and pink lights of the club shine on her glossy brown hair like a halo.
>"Think you might wanna hit the dance floor? Or just take a tour of the place and do a little people-watching first?"Carmody's eyes scan the room, looking over the crowd. She knows that occasionally, some of the other wrestlers will come here, and she's trying to gauge whether any of them might be present today.
