*is thankful she has her own bathroom once again as getting ready to go out took a lot more time than it usually does* *with her hair sleek and straight, more makeup than she's worn since quitting the club, a black crocheted dress (that barely qualified as a dress really) and a pair of strappy heels, Angie felt like a girl again* *more precisely she felt hot, instead of a editor* *it was a refreshing change*
*carefully weaves her way through the crowd of people, towards the bar* *wants to go up to the booth, but she's not even seen Lee since she moved out of the hotel and, frankly, she's nervous*
*smiles brightly at Bob and laughs loudly when his hug nearly drags her over the bar* *falls into a cheerful and animated conversation, barely resisting the urge to look over her shoulder every few moments*