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Lily knew damn well Booker wouldn't like this.

She wasn't going to let that stop her or even really bother her for longer than a moment, but she was well aware of that fact. Still, Elizabeth needed to get out. She was a sweet girl, but she was curious and the last thing Lily wanted was for her to trust someone she shouldn't and end up in a bad situation just because she wanted to see what something was like. Maybe Lily herself wasn't always completely trustworthy, but she knew where to draw the line and she knew when someone might need a little looking out for.

Elizabeth hadn't many any particular request, but Lily had picked one of the slower clubs she knew. It would still be fun and she knew there would still be plenty of people inside, but it was a Wednesday night and it wouldn't be nearly as wild as it could get on the weekend. She'd suggested Elizabeth come by first, partly so Lily could help her get dressed if she needed to and partly so she could give Elizabeth the only two rules she had for the night.

She was in the bathroom, doing her makeup and finishing a glass of wine she'd poured herself with dinner when she heard the buzzer.

Hurrying across the apartment, she pressed the button and said, "Come on up. I'm almost ready."

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"Once or twice a month," she said with a shrug, leading them toward the bar. The music wasn't impossibly loud, but she could feel it thumping in her chest already. "It's close to home, which I like, but the people here are good, too." Lily knew people all over this city and even if some of the others from the island or new places thought they were creepy, she knew it was worth it to have them on her side.

The thump of the music through her body was strange, but exhilarating. She had never heard music at such volume before, to the point she actually felt it along with hearing it. It wasn't unpleasant, even if it certainly was different.

"I have no idea what to order," she admitted as they neared the bar. She knew what Booker usually drank, and the stuff never particularly smelled very good to her.

"Have you ever had any alcohol before?" Lily asked, leaning her forearm against the bar. "Wine or beer?" It was easier to know what to start with if she knew what sort of experience Elizabeth had, but she was willing to bet giving her a whiskey of some kind probably wouldn't go over well.

"Yes, but not much," she said. Which actually meant she had maybe a sip or two of beer, but she felt like an odd person out already. Admitting to someone who was clearly well versed in this sort of atmosphere how little she knew was embarrassing at best, even if she was kind to her.

Like everything else, she was willing to sort of go headlong into it and hope for the best. She'd never been a cautious person.

Lily nodded, because she'd figured that would be the answer and she leaned over the bar as the bartender headed in their direction. "I'll have a gin and tonic for myself," she said, then paused, looking over at Elizabeth as she tried to figure out what might be the best drink to get for her. Something simple and not too strong, but she didn't think getting anything too sweet would be the right choice either.

"Long island iced tea," she decided. "You let me know how you like this drink and we'll go from there."

"I trust your decision," Elizabeth said with a small, amused smile. It was true, though. She didn't think Lily was the type of person to give her a drink that she wouldn't like on purpose. The bartender put the drink in front of her after it was put together, and she leaned against the bar as she took it and looked at it for a moment. It actually looked like normal iced tea, but she knew better.

"What's in this?" she asked, but didn't even wait for an answer before she took her first experimental sip. She could taste the alcohol immediately, but it wasn't unpleasant like she somewhat expected it to be. Just because she knew Lily wouldn't give her a bad drink didn't mean she was going to like alcohol much, period. After taking another sip, she added, "This is really good!"

"So it was a good choice?" Lily asked with a grin, leaning against the bar. "There's tequila in there, rum, vodka, some coke, some other things, I think. I'm not really much of a bartender, I tend to leave all the mixing to the folks behind the counter." It was usually better that way and she was pleased that Elizabeth seemed to be enjoying the drink.

"I got you that instead of something too fruity, because it's easier to forget about the alcohol in those things," she said. "And then it's easier to drink until you're sick, which we don't want."