[center][h3][color=lightsteelblue]Aoki Reyna Sandström[/color][/h3]
[i][u]Location:[/u] Club Aether

[U]Mentions:[/u] [@PrinceAlexus][@Silver Fox][/i][/center]

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Aoki had been sitting down by the bar for almost three hours now. She had been debating on leaving or staying to get completely shut faced, but there was no one to take care of her. She had even considered drinking about beer to finally get a nice buzz going and enough courage to get her self to the stage and sing an ABBA song. An ABBA song in a metal club. Oh, that would have been halarious and stupid at the same time. Something that would most likely gain her some "boos" from the audience. Aoki wasn't too great of a singer anyway. Her father had been brutally honest about that when he had tried to coach her when she was just 12. Instead, Aoki stuck to dancing and moving her hips to the beat. Too bad this music wasn't too much for dancing but for jumping around and letting your wild side out. It would be nice to do that right now. Just let her pale blue hair swing wildly to the music of the band and push people around in the pit. It had been a while since she had attended a metal concert and had let some of her pentup anger out in the pit. No. Not today at least. Aoki was too upset for that right now. 

Aoki had a third beer in front of her when a rather tall woman too a seat two stools away from her. She had short blonde hair and was dressed in something that would be considered casual and not club clothes. She had probably been dragged in to this place like Aoki had been. She didn't look too happy to be here but the bobbing of her head told Aoki that the woman was at least enjoying the music. 

At her fourth beer another woman approached the bar and sat between Aoki and the tall woman. She complimented Aoki's hair and said something about it being more safe between them. Aoki smiled and took a sip from her beer, the good buzz she had going only getting stronger. 

"Thank you," Aoki smiled at the woman. She had longer blonde hair and wore a leather jacket. "You have great sense of fashion too." She replied and took another drink of her beer. "I'm Aoki Sandström." She clumsily pulled out a business card from her black cat purse and slipped it to Marinalia. It had been a habit of hers to give anyone her business car to those she met. The card was black with just her name and her website in silver. It was simple, but Aoki had been contracted many times by just hanging out her business card. It also made people remember her name more easily. "Nice to meet you." 

Marinalia then turned to talk to the taller woman, so Aoki took the opportunity to finish the rest of her beer. It seemed like Aoki was going to end up completely drunk by the pace she was drinking her beers. Three would do the job to get here in a nice buzz. Four was where the line between a strong buzz and drunk began to get blurry. A fifth beer meant she would really get up on the stage and sing an ABBA song out of tune with flat vocals. Aoki was starting to think that the stage didn't look as scary as it did when she first came in the club. At least now she wasn't as upset as she had been when she found out her friend wouldn't be able to make it. 

"I'm going to regret this tomorrow..." Aoki said outloud, mostly to herself.