After spending a few days recovering from the Gala, Nari wasted no time reaching out to Dalton concerning the whole business of drinks. Elsewhere, where they couldn't be tampered with, although Nari found that whole mischief more amusing than anything.
It took some time for their schedules to line up, but talk of drinks quickly materialized into finding a new bar riverside between Old Town and Upper Fens, near Dalton's neighborhood. It had an upscale atmosphere, modern but nautical, and good drinks, but ceilings that were too high. The acoustics weren't ideal, with sound carrying a bit too much to make good conversation. Then the band started, and it was a hopeless cause. The pair was chased from the bar with naught but a healthy buzz.
“Perhaps the premier ABBA-Journey fusion cover band is a good thing,” Nari mused, voice lilting with a suppressed laugh. Things happened for a reason. Like mixing two titans of music from the 80s and later. Unfitting for the bar, though--perhaps they knew the owner. Smiling in her usual way, the way that said she'd just heard a good joke and probably wasn't going to share it, the dragon lowered her voice as she glanced over at Dalton while they walked. “Better not to talk too much shop in public, anyway.”