The Forge.
Noisy, sweaty, smelly, faux-industrialhell-hole'Night Club'.
The last place in the world you'd expect to find the diminutive Hunterheart that served as the Summer Court's Iron Adjutant, with her sensitive ears and her sensitive nose, her intolerance and general hatred of things commonly considered 'fun'.
Nevertheless, one night a week - (a weeknight, of course, duty only went so far...) Malory Grey, would plant herself on a stool at the end of the bar, order up a whiskey, don a pair of chunky, industrial grade ear defenders, and try to block out the distractions enough to get some reading done.
While their monarch holed himself up in some Church, Spartan's legacy of making this shit-hole the heart of the Summer Court lived on. So it was her duty as Iron Adjutant to at least try and make herself available for Court Business...