<div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/142/5/6/18_05_2014__2__by_allexisn-d7jbp5y.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Milena Lebedev<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Mila<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As shown.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rujio's<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kay, Auggie, Tee, Charlie<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Ordering food and drinks, greeting Kay, waiting for people to arrive.<br/><hr/>Rujio's wasn't far from her workplace.  Most of her coworkers decided to walk, and Mila chose to walk with them.  A couple blocks and a number of minutes later, Mila was entering the Sports Bar with a handful of colleges.  She'd received the texts from her childhood friends, and decided that a table or booth would be best, especially since, amazingly, everyone had RSVP'd.<br/><br/>She explained that some friends were going to join her to her coworkers, who decided to take a table next to the one she was reserving for her group.  It was thoughtful of them, and she didn't have to wait alone.  Not having eaten since lunch, she ordered a grilled chicken Cesar salad and six piece bar-be-que flavored hot wings.  One of her coworkers sent her a Lemon Drop martini.<br/><br/>She removed her glasses, stowed them in her purse, which she placed in the far corner of the booth, and then sipped her beverage over the sugared rim.  She laughed at something one of the guys said and shook her head.<strong>"I think it'll be great.  We're going to nail it."</strong>She took another sip,<strong>"no more talk of work,"</strong>she announced to what seemed like unanimous agreement.<br/><br/>Her eyes flicked toward the front entrance.  She was positive that she'd recognize Charlie and Kay.  Tee she was less certain about; though, she'd just recently liked a new photo Tee had posted to Facebook, so Mila didn't believe she'd miss her.  Auggie was the big surprise and unknown.  He barely posted anything on Facebook, mostly images of bikes or other guy stuff.  More often than not, he didn't return her texts.  Last one she remembered was Christmas.  After his dad died, she'd offered to be there and help, but she didn't push.  She knew his relationship with his father was difficult, and they weren't really as close as they had been when they were kids.<br/><br/>She brought the last of the sugar on the rim of her martini glass to her lips as she watched the door.  A long-haired, well-defined man entered, but she still didn't see her friends.  Her eyes lingered on the attractive guy.  There was something about him that seemed familiar.  Just then she caught a glimpse of blonde hair and her smile widened.  She waved back at Mila and scooted out of the booth.<br/><br/>"Hello, long time no see."<br/><br/>Mila laughed before stepping closer and wrapping her arms around the busty blonde.<br/><br/><strong>"You get all moved in?"</strong>Mila asked.  She felt bad that she hadn't been there to help Kay.  She really wanted to, but she couldn't call off work.  Not now, at least.<br/><br/><strong>"I want to hear all about your place.  Do you have pics?"</strong><br/><br/>Mila waved for their waitress, then held two fingers up.  She figured Kay had had a long day of moving and needed to relax.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm so glad you made it.  Sounds like everyone else is coming too."</strong>