[center][h1][b][color=DarkSlateGray]A Y A[/color][/b][/h1][hr][b][i]• Monday Night, Swan's Songs •[/i][/b][hr][/center]
Okay, this was getting ridiculous know. Thirty-five minutes had passed and her coworker [i]still[/i] hadn't arrived. The music wasn't doing enough to calm her nerves, and at this point Aya was thinking of just calling it a night and leaving in a strop. But perhaps she should give her friend the benefit of the doubt; Aya didn't live far, having to only take a short bus ride to get to Swan Songs, but she recalled her friend saying she would use her car to get here. Sol City was quite the chaotic place during the night hours, and the traffic jams on the main roads were no different. Even though it was a Monday evening, the roads and streets remained as loud and crowded as ever.

From the corner of her small brown eyes, Aya saw someone wave to her. She raised her eyebrow at the woman, now confused and frantically trying to remember if she was an acquaintance of some sort. Aya raised her hand a little and gave a hesitant wave, eyebrow still arched.

A new singer had made their way onto the stage, and just as they started to perform, the waving woman started to speak to her. Aya gasped a little; it had been quite a while since someone had been so forward interacting with her.

[b]"Hey. You wanna join us by the bar miss? Your date's loss I'm sure."[/b]

Aya's cheeks went a little red, either because of the heat in the building from all the people that had gathered tonight or this woman's bold words. She was inclined to think that it was both. The last time she had been on a proper date was in her last year of [i]high school[/i], and just thinking about how things went down with that one girl made her want to fling herself into a twenty foot hole in the ground.

[b]“[color=DarkSlateGray]I, uh...[/color]”[/b]

But regardless, Aya was still waiting for someone. Perhaps it would be ruder to join another group of people for the night instead of just leaving the place for more understandable reasons.

But then again, she had been waiting for a full hour and a bit now, and it didn't seem like her friend was arriving anytime soon. Aya wasn't much of a drinker at all though — the most she'd had drunk in one night was half a bottle of sake at a run down Japanese restaurant on her twentieth birthday — and the last time she had gone out with friends to drink was about, eight months ago. Aya thought to herself that she really needed to get out a lot more, she was twenty-one years old and she was stuttering over someone's offer to participate in some friendly drinking like some peer pressured pre teen.

Just as she was about to give the lady a response, the song finished, abruptly followed by a rather aggressive announcement from the venue's owner. The commotion that unfolded before Aya's eyes seemed so... sudden. And confusing. Very confusing. Unnecessarily expensive clothes, three arrogant snobs on stage, and why were there a bunch of body guards filing into the shop? She was listening to some sweet jazz music just a moment ago, how on earth had things managed to turn out like this? She looked up from her table, face twisting in confusion and total disgust. Waiting a long and agonising hour for a friend to arrive was bad enough, Aya didn't need a bunch of egotistical maniacs ruining the rest of her evening.

In that moment, her phone started buzz in her handbag. Aya swiftly picked it up and looked at the screen. She let out a tired groan, and answered it.

[b]“[color=DarkSlateGray]And where in the fuck are you?[/color]”[/b]