When she heard that the whole floor--sans Bellamy, for rather obvious reasons--was going to end up at Trikru that night, Anya was more than happy to send her confirmation that she’d be there without even a second glance. Trikru was an excellent distraction from the quagmire of emotions that Katie had apparently churned up with just her mere presence (though the ongoing ‘experimentation’ surely didn’t help).
So when she flashed her ID at the entrance, she was pleasantly surprised to see some familiar faces already dotted around the room--staff and clientele alike. And they didn’t all even live on the same floor as her, either. Smiling warmly, she made her way to the bar, greeting the waitresses as she passed to lean against it and ask for her usual tequila shots to start the night off right. And then a tequila sunrise to maintain her night. A glance around the room saw a head of blonde hair near one of the dancers and Lou lurking near the door. And thankfully, it seemed like Jasper was relatively unoccupied in one of the booths. As unoccupied as Jasper usually was, anyway. It beat going anywhere near her ex, in any case.
It was going to be one of those nights, it seemed.
What could possibly go wrong?