He had been right to say that Bridget was not the kind of person to take anyone’s crap.  She smiled at him, “You’re right, I can’t stand people who push others around. If someone tries to get at me, I make sure they never bother me again.” Her intentions were to be playful, but the edge in her tone still held the threat. If someone was going to cross her, she was not going to lie there and take it like some feckless sycophant. She would be dishonoring everything her mentor had taught her, which was to not let anyone or anything drag her down. Never stop fighting, not even for a moment. Someone with her powers was a rare find, and could be, well, useful, so that was another reason she had to stay on her toes.<br/><br/>When they arrived at their destination, she looked at Jared, said, “Why thank you,” and went inside. She held the door for him after she had entered.<br/><br/>The first thing she took in was the décor. She immediately took notice that there were a lot of things that were similar and a lot that were different here. It certainly looked like a bad, assuming there was a certain way a bar had to look. There were some pretty high-class bars that looked a lot cleaner and more organized then the ‘average’ place. She never really cared what the bar looked like as long as the company was good, that was all that mattered to her. Besides, she was considered not someone who considered herself to be ‘high class’ anyway. That kind of life would ever suit her. Who would want to walk around with a stick up their ass? Definitely not her, no way in Hell, that kind of life sounded boring.<br/><br/>Bridget walked toward the bar, surprised at how empty it seemed. Well, Jared had mentioned that it was too early to go to the bar but she had expected at least some activity. “It looks like we have the place to ourselves.” She commented, taking an empty seat. “Perfect for conversation, wouldn’t you agree?” Perhaps the place would fill up a little more later on, it usually did, and then the real fun would begin. She might not have looked like it, but she did like an active bar despite the fact that she didn’t drink that much. Whether or not they would stick around that long remained to be seen so she wouldn’t really get her hopes up too much. There was more to having a good time than a rowdy bar, after all.