starter for @mayarparker location: saint's cellar
It was a rather calm night over at Saint's Cellar. Some booths were taken, a few others had taken the dancefloor, but it was a Wednesday after all, and kids these days weren't out clubbing as much as he did back in his youth. Fair, he was still young, and would still go to clubs by choice if he didn't have to drop off merch. He really wanted to stay in that night, but the profit for that one sale was a little bit too good to let it pass.
Ivy met the guy in the bathroom. A young guy, of course. He wasn't even sure if he was old enough to be in the club, but who was he to judge? He had been in worse places himself when he was underage, and if this guy wanted to spend his daddy's money on party favors, he would just say thank you, shake hands, and pretend he saw nothing. His job wasn't to ask questions. Ivy took his money and put it inside his left sock to keep it safe and walked out to the club, his eyes moving across the bar until he found a familiar face. Maybe he could be outside a little longer.
"Well, well! Ain't that a sight for sore eyes!" He exclaimed, half climbing onto the bar top so Maya could hear him loud and clear.