It had been too long since Emily went out dancing on a Saturday. Plus she needed her boasts to Brigit to actually bare fruit, which meant getting back into practice. The thrum of music and the flowing alcohol felt very much like home to the party-punk.
With her docs, fishnets, skirt and leather jacket Emily was feeling excited to be out and about. She was a wolf on the prowl in her preferred territory. It was one of the larger bars in town, designed as a place to drink but very close to anywhere for dancing.
Now she was just waiting for the right prey. Or, y'know, anyone familiar or interesting. Warming up with a double vodka and coke and seeing what she could see. Later, dancing was definitely on the cards, but for now... it was nice to see what the night scene was up to.
For now the werewolf leaned one the bar, head bopping to the AC/DC she'd put on the juke box minutes before.
This is a general bar seen! Saturday night and going out for a drink and dancing!