It seemed that people gathered in shady places on Midgard. They flocked like a herd of cows to any building with bright lights and loud music. The sweat of their bodies pressed up against each other and the alcohol that lowered their inhibitions as they danced to music with loud bass lines seemed to be something they found attractive in this day and age.
But she found it to be a bit gross for lack of a better word.
Instead, she settled for a venue with music and alcohol, but without all the excited, sweaty, hormonal young people. Somewhere where she could enjoy live music in peace as she knocked back a few shots of whiskey. And so she sat at the bar, drinking and glancing every so often at the pair of singers on the stage, gently placing her empty glass of whiskey down on the bar before she caughtt the barkeep's eye, motioning for another before turning around to watch the entertainers properly.
