It was still morning, just. Brigid made her way from the freehold, the children's amusement park that was Funderland on this brilliant, Californian day. Travelling via Uber, the Wizened held tightly to the gift, the small, perfectly wrapped box, upon her lap, watching the city pass by. She was still getting an understanding of Sacramento, especially since it's sanctuary was more...reduced in size than that of Chicago, and probably that was for the best. The politics of a grand freehold could devastate a region, after all.
This Wizened needed order, after all.
Her ride drawing to a stop outside the jazz bar, Brigid exited after completing her transaction and stood to admire the Blue Note. It was definitely subtle, at least from the outside. Ensuring her white blouse with black pants were perfect, Brigid tried the door and allowed herself in, immediately catching the sudden change of temperature as her breath became visible before her, instantly glad for the black jacket she brought along.
Looking around the bar, Brigid took a couple of steps into the building before stopping and waiting for the Queen to make her appearance, not wishing to debase herself by calling out and upsetting Ms. Collins so early in any relationship. Her heart was starting to beat a little faster, no doubt from the anxiety and Brigid muttered a prayer under her breath, causing it to billow from her thin lips before her very eyes in the cold interior of the club.